spiders perched on branches
listening to the songs of ants
forest in a flowerpot
haiku
A vulture in flight.
wings outstretched
sketching patterns
only it can see
Sunset over rush hour.
peaceful palettes
drifting high above
narrow, selfish minds
Trees.
foliaceous fingers
strumming
the strings of the breeze
The peach tree.
the bare peach tree sleeps
and dreams
of reaching beyond the clouds
Riding down the river.
I’m drifting downstream,
Riding the river of thoughts
Where ideas sing
A horror haiku.
I’m in the kitchen
And craving a late night snack.
I am being watched.
Haikus are perfect.
Haikus are perfect
Because they cater to our
Short attention spans.
Anger.
Extreme overload
Of negative energy
Melting my focus.
Valentine’s Day depreciated.
Love is all around
But disregards my presence
And leaves me alone.