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