Warm rumbling purrs pour
Contentment through the sinews
Of my weary legs
Haikus: March 2008 Archives
Immense rolling birds
Baggage carts on the tarmac
Spoon feed their bellies
Little scritchy feet
Patter on the silent wheel
In the dusky dawn
Spring is embodied
In the dancing daffodil's
Purest of yellows
Growling like a wolf
She howls in hungry despair
And still no cookies
Are we there yet? No.
Are we there yet? No. Not yet.
Are we there yet? Sigh.
We've had a guppy
Five years now. But it is not
Always the same fish.
Warm soothing comfort
Of the morning ritual;
A steaming teacup
Endless groovin' tunes
Too many people nearby
I can't sing along
Somewhere in between
The crowded cares are moments
In which I exist
In the crevasses
Of my mind shadows skitter
On quiet gray feet
