Tag: haiku

and perhaps a vaccine to rid us of our sins?

morning bus ride the half moon stalks

dusk prayer lit wick crackles in reply

spring the plants bask in deadly heat

mid noon we plough the barren baked soil

soul music

fills empty shells

quiet morning

spring tread lightly across the wet concrete

night rain only one wakes to stand watch

spring night we resist

a hint of summer in this spring night