Haiku

I sense autumn winds,
As summer's green begins to
turn, to red and gold.

This pink and purple
sunset, behind passing clouds,
is most enchanting.

Summer's rose withers
too soon, like a fleeting dream,
that can't be captured.

Contempt carves her soul
He wants her pain to sustain
His pleasure is cruel

This August moon hangs
broodingly, over the trees,
in starless, night skies.

Milk- white promises,
Under cerulean skies,
Continue to glow.

Grace & Mercy fall
down on me, like soft feathers,
from the blue heavens.

Between glowing dew
of dawn, and blood red sunset,
poetry blossoms.

When it pours, then what?
I’ve yet to dance in the rain,
weathering life’s storm.

Take your time, my dear.
You deserve to be happy,
just please don’t waste mine.

Time has had no meaning, since that most maudlin of all days;
The one we held you tightly, and you...

Happy Birthday Cookie, today you’re turning four;
We’re addicted to your sweetness, we could not...

With a warm promise
The sun rises in the east
And sets in the west.

Happy Birthday Nico, today you have turned twenty-one;
Had you only been a cockatoo, your life...

Freedom in the past,
captive to firm hands present.
How long can it last?

More reliable,
Than my very own shadow.
Truly my best friend.

When one knows the truth,
It is very difficult,
To hide from others.