
Iris unto time /
A moment of beauty held /
gentle and then lost.
Past present /
beauty in the light /
raging from long ago.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
There once was a writer from Sandusky /
Who was tall and a little bit husky. /
He wrote every day. /
He was a poet they say. /
And his clothes wore a wee bit crusty.

In a time of need /
Give a little of yourself /
The need is always.
Giving death its due /
We mask out fears with hope. /
Alone together.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Covid-19 now /
Shelter in place this day: now. /
Tomorrow is now.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
Once a science fiction writer moved to Saskatchewan. /
He heard that’s where all the aliens had gone. /
They’d landed there /
For the Canadian healthcare /
And belief that they could belong.

Light bends, shadows fall
World is canvas for us all
Painting winter’s world.
Frosting in the fridge. /
Cake unfinished on counter. /
Resting birthday.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker
I opened my heart. /
You slammed shut the wooden door. /
Hard knocks all around.
Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, Poetry by David E. Booker