Haiku’s Little Child
Bright futures covered;
What is there to be hidden;
Common sense fashion
Big trains, small windows
moving silently along
ancient dreams made real
Chatter on the train
Stormy bulls eyes getting abuse
Books cry silently
One boat, many eyes
Black soil thick between brown toes
Dreaming of freedom
Inquisitive sun
Lonely smitten shadowy snow
Death inches onward
Ken – love the first one especially. Funny, I just put an d hoc book review of Richard Wright’s book Haiku on my blog today. Great minds think alike. Keep it up. Haiku’s aren’t easy.