Haiku
15 Haiku:
Boiling, explosion
Her desires, her passions
Loosed in a blossom
Once sweet, now bitter
Too ripe, now way past her time
So fickle, is Love
One petal, fallen
Lying postrate on the ground
Hoping and wishing
How she laments it
After the breezes have blown
She's cooled her passions
Standing firm, willow
Your arms, your hair, in the air
Begging for lovers.
He's down to the wire.
Patience is not his virtue.
He burns. He fizzles.
Sitting all alone
Wants to join others. Lonely.
The last drop of tea
Was there someone here?
It could have just been a dream,
Or a brush of wind
Standing still. Rigid.
Wanting to move. So anxious.
Clinging to her roots.
A warm summer day
Gentle caress of the grass
The world's a good place
Tiny bud, unopened
Waiting for a better day
Keeps secrets inside
The weak may rise
Sometimes the prey falls victim
Nautre lacks mercy
The droning of bees
Hopping flower to flower
mindless in their quest
An autumn Jihad
Sacrificial leaves falling
Dying in puddles
Solitary. Quiet.
Embracing the solid ground
Staring into sky