Monday, June 7, 2010


Not exactly Haiku. But inspired by it nonetheless.

Entranced by the night
The friendly moon, the calm star
The dead winter tree

Sharp icicles hang
Like stalactite; their tips shine
What beauty indeed!

The tip melts away
Drops tinkle as they hit ground
Like an angel's harp

The chords subtly change
A deadly darkness descends
The red drapery falls

1 comment:

  1. Jakati is a
    Giant sore on my buttocks
    That won't go away