The cool Country eve
Hopes to get a leg up on
The hot Urban morn’
Tag Archives: Morning
What Rain: A Haiku
Whenever you speak
With that flashy, rumbling smile
We ignore the rain
Early Poets
We’ve loved since last time
Before we were born this time
I wrote on your skin
I wondered and then
You touched my left eyebrow arch
While you moved magic
When you approach me
Be a poor storyteller
Speaking crazy tales
This Haiku: Ire’ Up
Read to me from the
book named “Fire.” Let me feel your
voice boom on my back.
This Haiku: In The Morning
There’s a vast expanse
Big sky, gathering waters
I will take you there
This Haiku: Heaven and Early
Pane opened, barely
Breeze falls in, clings to my spine
I should invite you
This Haiku: Days Like Sequins
I put on mornings
and wear glad the cold hard floors
and billowy noise
This Haiku: The Only
To your window please.
To the view you so Adored.
Take me. Hand in hand.
This Haiku: They Glow
When the morning light
First encircles the shoulders
Both are ecstatic
This Haiku: Our Bark
Trace your fingers down
The strong spine of the morning
Invite its soft smile
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