Saturday, March 21, 2009

Haikus from days gone by.

still night whispering
shatters the early dawn mist
like migrating geese

hot water boiling
awaiting the green tea leaves
with Spring almost gone

train platform hauntings
with steel wheels slipping goodbye
as past meets future

melting kisses bloom
for the new season’s coming
wet snow on my boot

humming car engines
like one hundred white horses
move Time without Space

with flat feet slapping
Love ran up the small rough hill
And dreamed of old friends

1 comment:

  1. Hey Buzz - didn't comment on this originally but I love these. I hope you're having a good trip so far; stay online.