Weekly Haiku 26

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Summer Sky

Air as soft as breath;

Countless insects serenade

A pale, starry sky.


The Keys

Sun glint on water;

Gulls cry as the anchor’s dropped

Through clear, blue water.


Cannon

Cannons jut skyward;

Shells burst in great clouds or dirt

As the wounded scream.


Future

The future beckons

With its gleaming promises;

How far yet to go…


Radiance

Sun after the storm;

What radiance of color

Set in fading light.


All haiku copyright © 2013 by Michael Vest

~NekoShogun

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