Red, orange, and gold
Haiku
As the sun sets low
over an ocean of dreams
washing out to sea
A Haiku
Watermelon sliceSticky faces on the kidsSpitting out the seeds
Try it, you’ll see. It’s not difficult, really. No rhyme or reason, a tree said to me.
Memories faded
Bandages covered the wounds
But the scars remain
Listen carefully
The silence is deafening
Tell me your secrets