Posts tagged meadow
Haiku-a-day
Sun shining on dried flower stems in a meadow in late November.

Your big closed-eye smile,
sun warming the cold meadow —
I’ll look for you here.

For Mack

Haiku-a-day
Dried brown meadow with flowerheads turned to seed in it.

October stillness —
crickets, cicadas quiet,
meadow turned to seed.

Haiku-a-day

I swallow sunshine
until my head shatters like
sunlight confetti.