Then, a dive, deep, Under the carving current, Starving for fish pickings
Month: October 2020
Morning Haiku – 110
Wide wings glide,Held up in the streaming wild,Tumult below, ahead.
Morning Haiku – 109
And in that whim Of flattened, fattened ocean, A journey started.
Morning Haiku – 108
But rushing caught meRushing from spring to sea,A rushing whim to see.
Morning Haiku – 107
The river is lost In fluid grey ghosting Between earth and sky.
Morning Haiku – 106
Show me red In waves across the hillside Regarded in moments.
Morning Haiku – 105
Mist trickles over The hillsides to gather within Deep smokey valleys.
Morning Haiku – 104
Street lights warped by Ripples collaborating With growing puddles.
Morning Haiku – 103
I saw a cloud, then It moved and muttered in time With their beating wings.
Morning Haiku – 102
Moon-spark glittering Patterned against the milky arc Nestled amid the night.