Haiku- Summer 2018
morning fog,
a listening silence surrounds
my thoughts
summer solstice-
dreams I lost years ago
follow me still
the tablecloth lifting
in the breeze
with her laughter
third beer
how I fall back into
unspoken poetry
lawn needing rain,
lawn receiving rain-
the widow's stories
worn out memories-
colors in the wildflowers
rely upon none
one firefly left
for a late August evening-
that's not nostalgia
2 comments:
As usual, they’re very well written & I love the subtle pictures they draw both emotionally & mentally.
Glad I was able to come up with what I did-- the well in Summer runs dry at times. As always, thanks for reading.
~B
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