Weekly Haiku 27


Well it’s on time, if only just…

Summer, Still

Sleepy summer day;

A breeze tussles sun-warm hair

While the insects sing.


Soft, friendly voices

Drift in from the other room;

Alone, I listen.

Tired Bones

Weary in the light;

Sleep murmurs its siren’s song

And weights my tired limbs.


Glass warps the water;

Fish idle in half lit depths

As we stare and dream.

Cold Sun

Shadows creep closer;

A distant star sinks beneath

The low horizon.

 All haiku copyright © 2013 by Michael Vest



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