Five Haiku
Sep 1, 2022
Fly! Come on and play
In the jungle of my hair —
Oh, to be a child…
The full moon peeps through
Wisteria, still waiting
For me to tell her.
The wind shakes the limbs,
Spilling pink petals in pain
Over the new grave.
On cool balconies
We spoke, as moonlit water
Sparkled silently.
Under garden domes
Lilies entwine with a rose
And utter warm moan.