pious imbalance –
the bright shiny halo slips,
becomes golden noose
toddlers, tiaras:
poetry is go go juice,
haiku – my flavor
big fluffy snowflakes
I must steal a closer look!
intricate beauty
my morning surprise
yesterday’s warmth escaped quick
glistening blanket
dry asthmatic coughs
wading through ancient volumes
paltry price to pay
morning’s icy coat
weighs heavily on new buds
winter snuck back in
late night summer breeze
carries chapel friends voices
Appalachian bliss
rain falling gently
head tilted back, open mouth
cleanse my dusty soul
By month’s end, I’ll scream
I struggle in haiku hell
by my own choosing!
Phil saw his shadow,
but Buckeye Chuck, he did not!
Nature is confused.
Let the haiku flow –
my writerly friends let loose.
Nature knows we’re off!
Feel free to comment below and let me know what you think (or give me a suggestion for my next haiku!). I'll keep posting them in batches (maybe one post each week).
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