5.7

I rock on the porch
watching the dark clouds smudging
miles away from me
it’s beginning to rain there
the cold wind carries the scent

Haiku on Friday 5.8

slipping between sheets

scented of afternoon sun

smooth against a burn

.

your warm lips brushing

across even warmer skin

ever so gently

.

even in the dark

as you turn into my kiss

your smile shines brightly

Tanka 4.29

warm bread freshly baked

the earth just after spring rains

clothes dried in the sun

a bush laden with lilacs

my sheets still smelling like you