Haiku – Inking Prose & Poetry

Sun

Atlantic waves slice the sun in half a semi-circle melting.

What would you wish for
as you blew out twelve candles
my unborn seedling.

Twilight blinks
upon the road
a lifeless deer

Pearl balled in mirrored eye.

At dawn
nothing stirs but blossoms
caught a-whirl in wind.

Inky fabric
prickled with light
a maze of stars.

Inside me,
he grew delicate roots
brittle as glass.

Sparkling star-like
on roses, dewdrops
ignited by sunrise.

At dawn
torn blossoms litter our bed:
storm damage.

A breeze whispers
through the peony roses
expelling scents of Mum.

Oriental lily
stains the wings
of a white butterfly,
golden.