Breeze from the North: A Haiku Journal


Light breeze from the north
Brings over, dryness, dead leaves
upon the evening


Pitch black eye of storm
Do not frighten me again
I wish to fall sleep !


Tepid dawn, retreats
Sunshine looms, threaten to stay
Sultry day awaits


Children are outside
Want to fly a color kite
In a lucid sky


Darkish clouds, go by
Birds holdback their melody
Drizzle whistles then


Crispy grass alive
Green and soft, to lay and jump
Hope be here for long
 
By Francisco Duran