
some blackbirds and jays
flit around an old oak tree;
ritual of sorts
Colin Myles

some blackbirds and jays
flit around an old oak tree;
ritual of sorts
Colin Myles

a pink rose quivers
in the blustery west wind;
coffee almost brewed
Colin Myles

soundless lapping waves someone's ace of spades ringtone; wagtail bops his head Colin Myles

white clouds floating by look like luxury pillows; put the wine away Colin Myles

we are in May now; the sweeping misty drizzle continues to fall
Colin Myles

under blazing sun yesterday's puddles dry up; potholes look bigger
Colin Myles

mist moving slowly over bay and up boreen; soup with crusty bread
Colin Myles
Author The Barren Wind Haiku Poetry

evening turns down stretch of deep red lights the sky; watch it fade away
Colin Myles
Author Haiku Moments Poetry Book

dozing in armchair a world between our own world; just fragments remain
Colin Myles
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