haiku — colleenkeefe

here, a curve of stone worried down by sea and then your hand, caressing #poetry #haiku

before quiet hours end, sun will slant through a room dust turned to mote stars #haiku #poetry

sun on wet pavement worms spilled out like question marks in the rising mist #poetry #haiku

in a kitchen past my Smith Corona still sits on the chrome dinette

a wild wrecked beauty moonrise over blue dune grass dark murmuring sea

Here in mid-winter the cold is in everything. Stand close to the fire.

See: the sun rises. Love, when has poetry been for anything else?

Black mug with black tea at night. Walking the dark block under stars turning.

winter leaves open sun blind in the bitter cold upturned and hopeful

snowfall on windshields a bus whispers past, heading into the soft white