Morning comes again,
after the grief of night, when
we are missing you.
cfblack, 7-7-25
Morning comes again,
after the grief of night, when
we are missing you.
cfblack, 7-7-25
A dark clouds morning,
only lightly dripping rain,
Debby came to visit.
Orange sunrise promise fades
as thunder rolls across the sky,
stopping morning walk.
6-8-5 (not 5-7-5 but I like it)
cfblack, 230910
People are like plants
that turn from Sun’s warmth
to wither in clay.
A chilly morning
—
reminds us of the Winter
—
about to leave us.
Ever glowing orange
sun dips below horizon,
always moving on,
How many trips ’round the Sun
before I become
spirit without bones?
haiku-sort of- 5-7-5-7-5-5
cfblack, 4-7-2022