The sun is shining.
No poetry can outshine
sun on golden leaves.
#68
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Tag: haiku
Veterans’ Haiku
Honour dead soldiers
by caring for the live ones
who come home broken.
#51
Frost
Not a killing frost
because hardy plants survived.
Just a culling frost.
#41
My Mother’s Quilt – Part II
Baltimore Album
Hand appliqued, hand quilted
Legacy of love.
Testament to skill.
Tribute to perseverance.
Homage to patience.
A source of comfort
beyond words or memories,
soft beneath my hand.
#36
The Road to Somewhere
The road to Nowhere
is paved with good intentions
Not Hell, but Nowhere.
Nowhere is a spot
on the side of the road where
hope ran out of gas.
Don’t blame intentions,
they’re only a starting point.
Next time bring a map.
Bring along a friend.
Travel roads paved with laughter;
they lead to Somewhere.
#27
After the Rain
Mornings after rain
are filled with new beginnings,
sunlight, and wonder.
Sunlight through water
kindles rainbows and a dream
to follow ‘til night.
Night brings the release,
sparks and rumbles in the dark
‘til morning shines through.
#21
Let Go the Wind
Leaves applaud the wind
in sudden outbursts of joy.
Wild adulation.
Harder to impress,
bough and bole just nod and sway.
Grudging approval.
But roots slumber on,
unmoved by windy speeches.
Blithely unaware.
And I let it go.
I take it into my soul
Then I let it go.
#15
Rainbows Day and Night
Morning rainbows hang.
Pendant prism reflections
shiver in our breath.
Palms cupped together
hold the sunbeam’s refractions.
Hands filled with colour.
Moonlit prisms gleam.
An eerie rainbow reaches
blindly from midnight.
A glimpse of ghost light
glancing in pale reflections,
Flickers in star glow.
Frosted
Morning’s first light leaves
tree silhouette frost shadows
on yellowing lawns.
Haiku for the Geese as They Go….
Geese are ganging up
honking taunting ‘nyah, nyah, nyahs.’
Flipping me the bird.
Linda Studley 