Haiku for You

Pale morning moon hangs
round – like a dusted cake pan
waiting for batter.

Raven
Beady eyes and stout
neck with feathers that glisten—
teeter on thin sticks.

The diaphanous
moon haze: a chiffon dress drapes
that old man up there.

Leprechaun green, the heart-shaped

Leaves flutter beside the stolid,

pale office building

Outside, the white wisteria
bloom and silently cry to bleary-eyed
workers – look at us!

Spring green – tender colors

open the trapped heart –

mired by Winter’s grays.