Category: Run Haiku

Depth of the black pond
Sound of a crow’s flapping wing
All my summer dreams

The heaviest rain
The very deepest puddles
Wet socks

Not made of sugar
But averse to flashes of
Electricity

Fingers pluck berries
Toes catch hidden tree roots
Blood feeds mosquitoes

Dark clouds approaching
It’s already pouring
Under my hat

Together
Waiting for sunrise
On Lane 6

Red bird
In the green tree
Sunrise songs

Through the soft rain
Smoke rises from the rubble
This gray morning

New flowers
On the winding path
Taking shape