haiku366

then the rain began rhythm tapped on windowsill as i wrote to you

windowless morning sweeping world into the room these dreams are breaking

streak across sunrise mechanical parakeets green gold reflected

you’re by the window our lives turn into evening this room growing dark

this house creaks and speaks so much time thinking of you the day has begun

in a high sprung vase gladioli sprint of red to cheer a darkness

alone in a crowd i allow myself to think sometimes about you

open the window a bird is calling to me in another life

you talk about dreams back and forth take in error i watch the tennis

british summer rain i confessed in the downpour you already knew

blushed with summer light picked plums like no tomorrow taste into autumn

last of break back sun past midnight dark horizon early hours will crack

crow throat, pigeon eaves swifts zing invisible wires morning bird kingdom

took a trip to art open sky was inside us through these city streets

sometimes i forget how many years we have passed flickering evening

your arm around me wind nearly blows us away kicking the pebbles

knife light slices through in this already morning our life together

someone is sanding windowsill down, back and forth weekend intention

death of this journey just two hundred more pages then i’m through with you

maybe i will end walked myself to distraction surrendering here

funereal pyre you destroyed the manuscript blue flames to heaven