a few haiku

Tag: nahaiwrimo

up to my elbows in mud feeling for the rough edges of new poems

the heavy grapes of high summer in the year’s first crocus

the branches darken on every corner a murder

a stream of words when I close my eyes leaves in the breeze

wind tossed trees all the little blue flowers stay still

maybe just hunger in the highest parts of the clouds

dark blue sky a siren spills half of my hot dream

a squirrel carrying leaves back home across the grey sky

winter sunrise a string of rejections back into the sky

Something from the half awake small hours this morning:

 

I smoke too much in dreams some fine welding on the mermaid