all bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. - oscar wilde
Haikus.
a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world.
I wanted to try my hand at NaHiWriMo - National Haiku Writing Month, which falls in February. It has been a fun challenge.
Earlier collections
Dusk to Dawn
A splash of pink, a touch of orange
Mixed with deep purple and blue,
Lemon yellow all around-the sun is down.
Mother Nature has night cover the ground,
Sprinkling diamonds in the sky,
Placing the silver moon way up high.
The hours pass, and the yellow sun peeks out,
Melting the night away.
-LA
03.19.93
Winter is in the treetops.
It's in the honk of geese
And the laugh of the mallards.
It's in the turquoise & coral sunset
And the jingle jangle of dog collars.
Winter is in the bleached gray sky, the terracotta lawns & naked trees that look like milk chocolate sticks.
Winter is in the powdered sugar snow
Frosting the bank of the clear pond
Where a single orange flame cuts into the ice -
Faux warmth on a chilly night.
-LA
12.18.18