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Haiku

Haiku: Artwork.

Artwork. . . Fast watercolour – Crimson leaves bleed out like paint On a dampened sky. . .

Haiku: Fog.

Fog. . . This foggy morning – Hanging lightly on the day Like a fine gauze veil . .

Haiku: A Work Of Art.

A Work Of Art. . . It is delicate – A web that stretches across From clock to candle. . .

Haiku: Old Peoples’ Bungalows.

Old Peoples’ Bungalows. . . Such little houses – Made to fit the retirement Of newly shrunk folk. . .

Haiku: World’s End.

World’s End. . . Tall embellished gates – Into a Victorian Park, of fine delights . .

Haiku: Mirror.

Mirror. . . A bright moonlight falls – Splintering silver waters On far horizons. . .

Haiku: Vision.

Vision. . . You look like Kismet – All transparent, in the light That shines behind you. . .

Haiku: America.

America. . . I like yellow cabs – They are like rays of sunshine Quickly flashing by. . .

Haiku: Eye Candy.

Eye Candy. . . Exhibitionism – A glut of orange berries Against yellow leaves. . .

Haiku: Sheep.

Sheep. . . Fat sheep graze the field – Scattered around at random Like large white mushrooms . .