(Somewhere, I’m sure.)
A throw of white cloak
Winter takes one last look back
To watch spring unveil
Tag: season
The First Day
Hear the whispers creak
See the tokens around you
Breathe a warm autumn
Tepid #DailyHaikuChallenge
Season’s warm blushes
New buds held in breathless winds
Will rise through the flames
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Waking #DailyHaikuChallenge
Tiny fists unfurl
On arms stretched to the sunlight
Buds yawn in springtime
Day 153/365 – Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge. Join in and link back to her blog.
Around the Corner #DailyHaikuChallenge
Dappled light trickles
Spilling on tired snowdrops
Last lap of winter
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Jewels #DailyHaikuChallenge
Crystalline water’s
Soft cadence flirts with the ground
Season’s overtures
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November #DailyHaikuChallenge
Kettles come to sing
as dawn’s late call grows weary
earth prepares to rest
Day 15/365 – Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge. Join in and link back to her blog.
Blame the Weather
I can give you a reason
for all kinds of treason,
I can fake with a smile and blame
all of the seasons –
you’d always believe me
time after time –
’cause you’re always the
reason, you see.
I can cry like a spoilt child,
use excuses not reason,
smother you with happiness
depending on season,
I could shoot you a line or two
just ’cause I can –
you’re always the
reason, you see.
let’s kill
such a horrible truce,
let’s have no more abuse
we’re
just two of a kind
our love
would take care of itself,
it wouldn’t wonder what else
it could
possibly lose
It’s a cold smell, an empty smell,
like something uneven,
It will strangle then free you
till you heave then you grieve,
I could save you or watch you choke,
maybe I will,
you’re always
the reason, you see.
in death,
time would probably still
all that’s left of my will,
and there’d
be no reason for us.
As it Comes 