Time for another round-up of my recent Haiku! (Here is an explanation of why I’ve been writing and posting haiku.)
A startle of wet
briskly awakens my skin.
I am thinking flesh.
The willow droops black
against a lavender sky,
a still precipice.
Dripping, drooping, weak.
The skin and the rain: both grey.
An unrestful sleep.
In early dimness,
a quiet, unmoving sky
chills, waiting for dusk.
Waiting in the cold,
trying not to let my mind
rush when all is calm.
Returning, the cold
breaks against the bedroom glass.
Wild-eyed, the cats watch.
Afternoon, evening,
merge as the sky stops dancing,
parting from the clock.
