A Few Haiku

toot my horn to warn
this is my road to nowhere
beep, I’m coming through


running out of time
as we stand in our corner
fighting with phantoms


around the edges
sunlight filters into rooms
even in winter


the red dragon squats
meditates on golden hills
glorious sunset


don’t shoot mockingbirds
the power is in your hands
freedom at a price


tonight the moon sips
light directly from the sun
drunken beaming smile


page after page rips
stories from another space
the fabric of time


today the sunshine
goes to battle against winds
a shivering peace


broomsticks and black cats
as the wolf howls at the moon
tides wait for no one


this cold afternoon
adorned in a cardigan
wet towels outside


this sad winter tune
lost in the silence of night
do cicadas sleep


tracing the rhythm
each beat a poetic tone
faster than sonnets


widening the gap
revolutionary times
a long way to fall


the sound of jack boots
marching over civil rights
a shifting focus



Copyright June 2017