A Collection of Haiku’s

it smells like roast beef
maybe its chicken, who knows
possibly turkey

verdant forest drenched
colossal rain now falling
the parched dawn laments

mottled sky of red
the sea’s cobalt mask changes
moonlight surfacing

gloomy ghost tonight
in the closet hiding mute
the rattling hangars

staring up above
rocky peaks shiver my spine
the way down is death

laughing like back then
everything I still hold in
makes me remember

lying still in shadow
beyond the suns horizon
under the willows

trees now in napping
ice on their petals and leaves
inside they are warm

falling in spiral
through the earths moldy center
almost to china

reaching for your hand
it was missing, left behind
a rich man has it

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