a world turned so cold
the sound of tumbling pebbles
washed up on the shore
Category: Haiku
canvas
delicate pink wash
a smudge above a treeline
on a dark canvas
welcome
little cushioned cheeks
tiny fingers stretching out
welcome little man
modesty
in modesty the
elephant’s ears hang over
it’s fine pink flowers
door
a wind picking up
changing its direction
a door slamming shut
drum
thinking it traffic
that steady tinnitus drum
banging in my ears
singing
blue skies winter sun
birds singing along the path
the draw of a desk
waiting
waiting for a friend
standing under the poplars
I feel so small
rain
old man in the rain
stuck on a traffic island
conflicting currents
work
a flock of seagulls
excavators hard at work
the stench of landfill
My Eccentric Friend 