haiku.blog
A new day a new haiku
Big fat red round sun
Melting softly into trees
Butter in a pan
Carry us away
On dark November water
In the Viking’s wake
A burning red ball
Skims across still loch waters
These days never end
The lava red road
Leads me ever nearer home
East and west I go
Get up from your desk
Wring out the last summer drops
Retreat to your nest
You are the darkness
Hanging in the golden air
You are the voices
Chestnut sunlight falls
Sidelong through the last green grass
Blonde summer heights gone
Under the briar
Creeping through dusky half light
Last year’s leaves rustle
I long to get out
I hate to miss the sunset
I would rather walk
Stinging eyes of blue
Carried on rising black plumes
An internal bruise
Islands in the sky
Reflecting another world
Dark waters run deep
The same orange sun
Has set these same clouds on fire
Ageless cave paintings