poetrywriter – ColinMylesAuthor

Haiku – Crackling

sat in recliner
watching flames leap jump and spark;
crackling old timber

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white quarter moon
between two water towers;
an illusion

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sunset lowers down
one orange ember remains;
flickering

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sip an espresso
cafe is almost empty;
sat with memories

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rose petals falling
form a carpet on patio;
bring out the yard brush

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wild strawberry leaves
growing out from the hedgerow;
will they ripen ?

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seagulls racing round
round round the water tower;
bay is darkening

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winter evening;
sprinkling of fading red clouds
across horizon

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dying in the vase
rose bud bloomed and faded;
how quick life crumbles

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on a Sunday stroll
hidden down an avenue;
mortuary chapel

Colin Myles