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