Lingering just outside of work, still in my old car,In the dark hours before the sunrise, While false flurries fall like discarded static. The car stereo beats a rhythm that aches around me,Yet the world seems awfully dim 'neath yellow headlights,Yearning for something lostIn that transient strangeness of an earlier Spring. Like our breath, I … Continue reading Spring Sunrise
Tag: Haiku
midland new years
Virgin snow drifts down, Clinging to moist eyelashes,Tears sting, fail to fall. Cold mornings haunt me, I see your breath in the air, Strange to miss you still. My lips still feel numb, From stolen, drunken kisses, New Years' revelry. So much to regret, But as the New Year dawns bright,For you, I will try.
sounds of morning
The sounds of morning,Of dogs barking and bird-song,Of my stifled yawns.
foggy roads
Foggy morning roads,Billow out from sleeping towns,The breath of soft dreams.
moonlit painting
Scarlet ink splatters,Pale snow deepens a blue hue,An artist's brush falls.
thoughtless
Thoughtless is the wind,To take up my musings so,And leave me... thoughtless.
paper lanterns
Paper lanterns caststrange shadows on drifting ice,Pale light, dark waters.
beneath grey skies
Beneath these grey skies,Winter sun brings meager hopes.A ghost left on read.
midland storms
Rolling winds thunder,Stripping away the roof tiles,Raw skies bright overhead.
midland treasure
Fierce Autumn flurries,Turn fallen leaves to treasure:Rubies and topaz.
Discarded Recollections 