Grass - Haiku

cool sweetness of grass

replenish these weary soles

tender is mine flesh

 

Grass is greener at Haiku Heights 

Jack the Nipper

He descended from the night sky on threads of ice crystals

anchored by the waning moons tip, sliding silently to earth.

Withdrawing his brush as a warrior would his sword

he struck hard and fast painting frost upon the garden.

No one could deny his intent, and that was to destroy life

on an autumns night when all were tucked safely asleep.

They had no strength to fight, drained of warmth and sun,

death was inevitable this night as Jack the Nipper laid waste.

 

Booo !

Autumns Chill

Air is damp this night as a cold rain falls,

I should turn the furnace on to warm the house

but and there’s always a but this time of year

I want to breathe fresh air, with windows open.

Toss another blankie on the bed I say to meself

to ward off the chill, even though socks are warming

under a pile of quilts already laid upon the bed,

note to self, seek out the Egyptian cotton linens.

I putter about seeking the fleece pajamas

needing to but not wanting too because it’s too early

this October, much too early to be bundling up

against the chill of summer sheets in a cold bed.

Paco strums in shadows

Paco De Lucia strums

on a sunny autumn day as

crickets follow his rhythm

with their chorus of castanet’s

while nimble fingers play

in the shadows of

running deer, soaring eagles

in the late day sun. 

Dusk - Haiku

light fades into dusk

translucent foliage

glows in the garden