clouds finally break–
green and yellow on the ground,
blue cracks across the sky
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
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clouds finally break–
green and yellow on the ground,
blue cracks across the sky
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
fog fully fills the fields,
the white light limit’s one’s sight,
but the birds still sing
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
grey, green and yellow
colors and shapes fill my eyes–
dust on my glasses
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
coronavirus,
ignorance, and stupidity
spread across the land
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
a cup of coffee
another grey day here
and slices of grapefruit
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
clouds are rolling in
they nearly touch the forest
like waves of pea soup
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
the leaves have come out
but not all–some withered trees
try to cling to life
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
rain and overcast
the sound of dogs’ nails tapping
greet me this morning
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
Green little peace lilly,
what are you doing today?
“Just being, silly.”
This is part of a series of haiku-inspired poetry.
That’s enough with the stories for now. I’m waiting to receive the proofs of a short novel I’ve written. It seems like time to do something other than write prose, so it’s haiku time.