Marsh grasses marching.
When February winds blow in,
Gulls face seaward.
Category Archives: Haiku
Oh,… ?
Oh, what should we seek,
happiness or contentment?
A different world…
Midwatch
In midwatch hours,
Bows slicing dark rolling sea,
luminescent wake.
With The World…
All is not right today,
With a world where children pass away,
While we to mourn must stay.
In The Time of Dryness
The Muse is everywhere.
But, in the time of dryness,
everywhere but here!
Reflections
Stone wall reflections,
in morbing’s predawn darkness,
cat eyes glowing.
