Haiku #751 – #753


In leafy greens, tall treetops,
Stepping stones untouched.


Neither blue artist
Nor musician need portray
How much I miss you.


That was that because
Of me, and this is this, blue,
Because of me too.

There’s A Mountain Still

All we have suffered,
Everything we lost,
Everything like lovers,
Always came at cost.

For souls there is a bounty,
And tax placed on our hearts,
Pursued across a county,
Poets used for parts.

There’s a mountain still
Where dormant dragons wait,
To rise again in epic verse
Unbridled by our Fate.