“Milwaukee”
Wind streams downriver,
meeting empty salt pads, washed
away clean of the lake.
Steve D
Tag: wind
Haiku Sunday – Creak
“Creak”
Invisible hands
knock on my house, reminding
how old its walls are.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Gale
“Gale”
The suburban road
a wind tunnel — doors waving
as you pass through town.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Cold
“Cold”
Icy aromas
sting the nostrils and bare skin
and hands flare purple.
Steve D
Traveler’s Haiku – Gust
“Gust”
Sand and spray pierce clothes,
a warning to find shelter,
but she calls to me.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Wind / Fu
“Wind / Fu”
Air does not settle.
Always moving, it surrounds
and envelops all.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Plains
“Plains”
Winds bow tall grasses
Over shallow riverbanks,
Their whispers unheard.
Steve D
Cinquain Triplet – Eye of a hurricane, fair/festival, sailor – SD
“Eye’s Fair Dance”
Winds and white foam soften, be still!
A honeyed melody drifts through the air.
Golden hues settle, like candlelight’s glow. Continue reading “Cinquain Triplet – Eye of a hurricane, fair/festival, sailor – SD”
Haiku Sunday – Wind
“Listening to the Wind”
Wind comes in whispers,
Carrying her thoughts to me.
Still, I hear little.
Steve D
Editor’s Note: I’m turning Haiku Wednesday into Haiku Sunday… in case you couldn’t tell.
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