haiku and other animals

Month: April, 2012

no one to blame but carnival sounds from the hill


old branches tipped with light green every part of me goes for a stroll

under the moon ice crystals on the old black notebook

the little sparrow sings all the stones in my throat

the darkness of the water in the sky still waiting

motorcycle rumble under spring clouds I slowly ready for work

I try on all my clothes in the dream deep ruts in the snow

nothing today but this soft song tulip petals part and fall

a dusting of green pollen the music inside me now decades old

a cool breeze from the grey sky maybe none of the above