A Year Of Haiku (XXXVII): Mooncloud

 

Bright blanket of grey:

morning moon passes over

Autumn-flavoured leaves.

A Year Of Haiku (XXXVI): Dinner!

 

Of all the food groups,

the best may be fresh pizza

paired with a cold beer.

A Year Of Haiku (XXXV): Cotton Candy

 

Autumn's pink cloud strands

stretch across the evening sky

like whipped sugar strings.

A Year Of Haiku (XXXIV): Slither

 

Summer's hot granite:

outgrown, outworn outer-ware

cast off, abandoned.

A Year Of Haiku (XXXIII): Meowing Moon

 

Summer's moon peeking

through clouds of pre-dawn darkness:

Cat lazily sleeps. 

A Year Of Haiku (XXXII): Bzzzz!

 

Bumble bee's behind

bending beautiful blossom:

Beatific Buzz.

A Year Of Haiku (XXX): Smoke

 

An orange-brown sun

lights a hazy umber sky:

Summer is burning.

A Year Of Haiku (XXX): Harvest

 

Springtime's white blossoms

become Summer's purple bites:
early morning stroll.

A Year Of Haiku (XXIX): Trumpets

 

The petaled trumpets

of Summer silently sound:

Autumn's distant roar.

A Year Of Haiku (XXVIII): Slow Motion

 

Summer's fireworks

explode at the speed of blooms:

lingering petals.

A Year Of Haiku (XXVII): Fledglings

 

Too big for their nest

yet stressed fly to beyond it:

watching parents wait.

A Year Of Haiku (XXVI): Grass And Mountain

Summer of colours:

but forty-five years ago,

all fiery ash. 

A Year Of Haiku (XXV): By Any Other Name

Dew between petals,

the rose of Summer collects

scented insect sips.

A Year Of Haiku (XXIV): Orange

 Flaming Orange ball

in Summer's sky recharges 

the small Orange cat.

A Year Of Haiku (XXIII): Blackberries

 

Flowers and berries:

Spring passes into Summer:

my palate awaits.

A Year Of Haiku (XXII): Affogato

 

Simultaneous:

hot, cold battle together,

warm creamy caffeine. 

A Year Of Haiku (XXI): Petalworks

 

Purple and Orange,

exploding without the "boom":

quiet petalworks.

A Year Of Haiku (XX): Whorls

 

Whirlpool of brown,

the snail of Spring slowly

strides across my path.

A Year Of Haiku (XIX): Changing Seasons

 

Can it be that Spring

has finally driven Winter 

North for the season?

Or does the early

Sunrise give the illusion

that Spring has arrived?

A Year Of Haiku (XVIII): Racing Stripes

 

Falling rain petals

from Spring give the old snail

a decoration.