The heavens are home /
to night’s turns of phrase and stars: /
love, mass, and light squared.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Stars still light the night /
yet a light across the yard /
states the morning’s start.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
A photon checks into a hotel.
The bell hop asks, “Any luggage?”
“Nope,” says the photon, “I’m traveling light.”
Filed under Monday morning writing joke
If Monday were my /
lover, I’d caress its clouds /
and dabble in light.
[Writer’s note: This is the first in a series of haiku involving the days of week. It may work out; it may only work out somewhat; it may not work out at all. Only way to find out and read them as they appear and decide.]
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Light snow and flowers;
sky whistles a gray day tune —
Spring catches its breath.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Fireflies flicker. /
Evening sun lingers with us. /
Your face holds the light.
Filed under Flicker, haiku, Haiku to You Thursday, poem, poetry by author
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