Left unfinished

brick by brick
walls crumble,
floors crack.

brick by brick
I tumble
cold dust remains.

Your Letter

sharp words, serif font
puncture with their bleak
black edges. Pierce an aching hole. Splinter in my tissue. Grotesque.

Farewell

Winter falling,
coal black clouds crack
silver sun striking
through.

 

Haiku 56

grey stones, dusty skies
quiet in the church yard, a
pristine snow drop grows

A distant memory

Sunlight cuts through horizontal blinds. Yellow white so bright it’s blinding. A momentary distraction from this day. A  brief escape from the humdrum, the tip tapping, clitter clatter of working life. In that moment, when I can’t quite see, I’m with you. Warm sun basking. Waves lapping. Sharing a secret. Not yet forgotten.

A walk with you

Rain drops like
fingertips
running through
my hair.

I walk alone
eyes half closed
thinking of
you.

Rain drops like
teardrops
running down
endless.

Raindrops
in storm clouds
always with
You.

Inertia

clogged like a drain
pouring, running
going nowhere.

That song on the radio

we are a time machine
travelling, drifting
through memories, with
the playing of a song.

Haiku 55

evening rain falling
softly on our window
black cat waits outside

Bound

not cold, not quite warm
pushing through the night
pressing on to you
Spring waiting