five haiku, my offering for National Haiku Poetry Day
moon flitting
from staccato dawn
an owl hoots
swigging in the pine copse raccoon eyes
is the fox a man in his dream?
snow melt
a zebra
snorts
at jet stream
moonset
ivy wall
its shadowed side
sunlit sighs
Sunflowers (for One Shot Wednesday)
She folds her arms on the table
and turns a limp head to the window
the gray sky fills her sad eyes.
She crumples on her slack arms and sighs, what lonely weather.
Her head drops on sunflowers blooming
on the vinyl kitchen cloth; the blossoms blaze.
She looks back at the sky, eyes pooling tears.
I tell her, it’s only rain.
But I wail at the weeping sky:
Who is it that came snuffing out the sun?
It’s only rain, like baby hair.
How could it hurt?
Look how it falls, a touch. And watch how it splatters like sweet
crystals, scraping off grime that saddens the air.
The sky tautens soon like the skin of a man’s arm.
The woman laughs at the thought of a man’s arm
crooked around her, scented rain.
She laughs splaying her arms over the tilting sunflowers
the sun has blinded.
The gray sky sobs with the sun.
Posted for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry where poets and artists share their love for their art and nurture each other.
grey skies (and other grey/in the rain/and snow haiku)
1.
grey skies
still the heather blooms
and blooms
2.
hydrangeas
even in dryness
the same sighs
3.
willow tips
dripping with rain
but i’m not crying
4.
tangled vines in the snow–
our thoughts sometimes
5.
in the rain each stone a new face