Changing Seasons Haiku
Winter gives a grunt
As births a spring;
Seasons change again.
Lines make a splash in water
Two fisherman reel for fish
That just aren’t going to bite.
Wind ripples the pond’s surface,
Water clanks against the johnboat
As we drift in nature’s gentle hand.
Day becomes night at nature’s will
The sky flashes and talks the talk;
Soon the winds will walk the walk.
A sound approaching from above,
Geese honks in pale air,
The smell of wet concrete.
Yin Yang Haiku
The sun shuts its callous eyes
As the stars exhibit their gentle smile;
This yin and yang is necessary.
A pain as sharp as bird beaks
Swells within my very being;
My chest thumps like a rap song.
A lone splash in the old pond
Belongs to a lively young fish;
The ripples are his calling card.
A mother pushes with all her might,
A father’s heart beats like a mallet;
Another life is coming to earth.
A pulse plays its music
Under epidermis fields;
Someone is alive.
Curled around the ring finger
A band of oaths