Morning glory
Morning glory, what’s /
your story as August leaves? /
Frost whispers your name.

Morning glory
Morning glory, what’s /
your story as August leaves? /
Frost whispers your name.

This day
Part of the morning. /
Thoughts of another’s life. /
His moment or mine?

Dew drops and rain drops /
And tears falling from my eyes /
Renewal and pain.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Some days are toothpicks. /
Some days are tapioca. /
Some days they collide.

Yesteryear or now /
Wind driven or motorized /
Welcome to your home.

You can have it all. /
Except not at the same time. /
The truth never ends.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Summer’s verdant leaves /
Whisper to the shaggy grass: /
Birds love us the best.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Love’s an empty town /
With only the clown around /
Tears of joy greet you.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Past present /
beauty in the light /
raging from long ago.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Giving death its due /
We mask out fears with hope. /
Alone together.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker