Haiku #122

122.

Without winter’s mirror,
For the first time by this lake
I saw myself as I am.

Haiku #121

121.

The world is revolving
Inside the stomach of a fish,
Its smile three universes wide.

Haiku #117 – #120

117.

Many raindrops against glass,
Sometimes it takes longer
To disprove what is false.

118.

Frazzled willow,
Stripped winter,
I will break through the barriers of myself.

119.

This same stormy gale
A thousand years in the making,
Why should it be any different now.

120.

Rosemary on the window sill
Strains to be cooked,
Itch’s source demands to be scratched.

Haiku #115 – #116

115.

Splurging surge of yellow,
Petals form a chorus
Advanced for its season.

116.

Drunk with death,
I attest to how flavoured
I became by my self detest.

Haiku #114

114.

Lawn is not snow’s secret,
But aching the grass waits
For the accolades of Spring.

Haiku #113

113.

Solitary tree in winter,
No greenery to cry into.
Leaves with erroneous decodings.

Haiku #111 – #112

111.

The sky’s pods return,
Pregnant with thoughts
Born on other islands.

112.

Fears anchored in thoughts,
Black waves move unseen
In the absence of moonlight.

Haiku #110

110.

I noticed the votive candle’s
Closed petals, shaped like a lotus,
As it harboured the snows outside.

Haiku #107 – #109

107.

I left as Him
But returned
As Me.

108.

Like limpets clinging
To rocks in my stomach,
Winter barks like a toad.

109.

Winter grey aches.
I clean the house
Because there is dirt.