first day of summer the coffee teases
Tag: haiku
picks itself up and transcends summer soul
drain the spice into the darkest veins
beneath a fake tree a commune of fake smiles
the mood struggles to keep afloat cold noon
rainfall this body wakes again
slips a hand into the past last day of spring
blurring the line between haiku and sighs
cold air dawn none to witness our peace
from muddy depths turtle fins slap the water
