Weekly Haiku 18



Money is a tool,

No more than means to an end;

Happiness, we need.



Whispers on the wind;

A call to roaming heard by

Adventurous souls.


Old Secrets

Dust in the desert;

Tunnels carved in ancient stone

Buried ‘neath the sands.



Such beauty above;

Lay back and gaze upon the

Lullaby of stars.



A vast, wild jungle;

Multitudes of life call home

This lush, verdant lawn.


All haiku Copyright © 2013 by Michael Vest.



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