#14

Lavender blankets
The horizon-warm embrace-
The sun is an egg yolk.

#13

Burnt sunlight shatters
As it swipes barren bows-
Each flaming shard sings.

#12

Commute

the wind barrels down
burnt, hibernating fields-
skeletons rattle.

I Missed a Few Days

I've missed a few days I know. Being deathly ill does not put me in the mood to write haikus. The experiment is not over, though. I am pressing on.

#11

the asphalt shimmers,
wet from unexpected snow-
winter comes in waves.

#10

modern pioneer-
intrepid, you walk to the interstate
          followed by a cur.

#9

a drive down blacked out
     streets for shakes at midnight-
let there be light.