Reaching for the stars /
he found a half moon waiting /
at the bare limb’s edge.
Troubling questions /
crunched under trampling footsteps. /
Cheap soles speaking lies.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
There once was a quirky writer from Nice /
Who wore clothes only made from fleece. /
He visited friends around France /
In his polyester-type pants. /
Their plastic tongues wagged without cease.
Filed under 2017, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
First snow came to visit today. /
Did you come from far away? /
Drifting softly from gray clouds, /
Landing where the cold allowed. /
You came to rest upon my glider. /
Was that your plan, your desire? /
How long do you think you will stay? /
Can I touch you, use you like clay? /
Mold a snowball or a snowman, /
I’m not sure yet what is my plan. /
Will more snow be coming soon? /
Falling by the light of the moon. /
Drifting down and all around, /
Landing without making a sound. /
Yes, first snow came today, /
But I know you will not stay. /
The sun too soon will replace the moon /
And sweep you away like a big, yellow broom.
Between what is said /
and what is done /
is that which remains.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Winter’s kindness /
begets Spring’s regret and leaves /
darkness for my love.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
For footfalls in the snow, /
you wait like a five-year-old. /
What would Santa say? /
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Upon the brown grass /
glistens winter’s translucence, /
refracting wonder. /
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
The nip of winter /
a small feral animal /
happy to see you.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author