Haiku 5.17

heat turned off – it’s May

burrowed under the blankets

frost across the lawn

and thus begins summer

a cold, dark evening
clouds huddle around starlight,
the ending of May

whispering summer
lilacs mingle with your scent
as I pull you near

full moon burgeoning
silver spills across the ground
painting black shadows

of us standing close
our legs merging into one
amalgamation

white breath-clouds eclipsing
your face as we kiss

-5

the brilliant sunshine
is small comfort
with bitter winds
biting at my ankles
and too long til spring