July’s firefly sky left your breath to rattle leaves and imprint the wind. *** Check out my buymeapizza page, I inconsistently add poems over there but recently posted a new one.
Tag Archives: traditional
falling
Spy the window–dusk, still raining. Not cats and dogs, but gold leaves streaming. *** Happy November/autumn! If you enjoyed this poem, I would appreciate a pizza🙂
Light Beckons
Light beckons the moth: “follow me, I’ve what you need.” Say flames, or moon man?
Is this too good to be true?
Placid river scene: Reed home, petrichor, gold leaves. What snakes stalk this blue? *** If you’d like to support my work, consider buying me a pizza!
In this river
Mudskippers pounce for crickets. In this river, hunt for the wings that fly. — If you enjoy this haiku, consider buying me a pizza!