summer itches on,
die slowly, dear, or linger
autumn saunters in
barn owls hooting
pines bristling like hedgehogs -
leaves gold transform
the sun-browned grasses
crimson moon o'er city lights
red the fall anon
Haiku is not my specialty, turns out. But they are fun to try anyway.
I like your haikus.
ReplyDeletethey are a biiiit embarrassing. forty years from now, I'll be poetic. They are just a bit too... brute and disconnected.
DeleteYour rich prose goes down
ReplyDeletesmooth and sharp within the bright
moment of brief verse.
Lisa, on the other hand, is talented with haiku.
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