Tag: haiku

the joy of being gently nudged out of my seat by a mud wasp

never tired of each other the mist and the autumn forest

touch and she glows i feel the same way too

plenty on the moon’s mind this autumn night

kindly deposit your eyes in this box the whiskey burns

more shadow than shrill getting used to this face

autumn night the time spent with walls counts as penance

electric sages making sense of alien sounds and neon lit oddities

how eager the night moth is to fly into the flames of the sun

autumn noon i pick a face from the tree and wear it with utmost care