Haiku Unbound 2
Sometimes the leaves shake
Without the slightest breeze
Ghosts are but memories…
Dreaming, sagas of brave men
Romances of beautiful princesses
Indian summer shatters the mirror.
Early fall winds are so obstinate
Dry and warm
1001 Arabian nights left unread.
Someone screamed “Sand Nigger!”
As I walked the beach
“It’s a tan”, I replied.