Archives for category: Haiku

Day is night, black is

White, and up is down. New World?

No, just April Fools.

Like a sweet lamb

March is ready to sleep, and

I must sneeze and sneeze

 

Early morning dark, 

Still, birds busy chirping, sounds

Of waking, soft, distant. 

So much white, too bright.

The fog encapsulates, we

Are buried by light. 

A dark world today

Oppressive, simmering  just

Beneath the surface

Clear sunny days. Fresh

Green buds, soft petals, light breezes.

A prelude to heat. 

Tired days, sleepy

Stay abed and dream, then stretch, 

Turn, to dream again. 

Doors close tight, locked.

Dark within, no light. There is 

No way out this time.

Obstruction is the rule

Chest thumping, greedy fools

Self interest reigns. 

Celebrate things round

Honor pi today, where we

Write months before days