Go well, dear white clouds
bravely chasing the full sun—
scorching, I crave shade.
Tag: Haiku
Beetle

I am a beetle
trawling to a friendly hand;
lets me down gently.
Appreciation

Puts herself out there;
who will cheer the lone flower,
tell her she is brave?
Lost

Sadly, head hung low,
outgrown by competition,
lamp post turns away.
Curl

Another day gone,
daylight folds in on itself—
introvert curls up.
