Poetry Archive :: Mellow

Writing haiku has never really presented a problem, but this restart will give an opportunity to try and be a bit more creative with my imagery. Life, after all, should always be about improvement…


Mellow

Exhale, entwining
bramble’s thorn: protection sharp
relief, juice running.

Seeds burst, explosion
air filled arousal; inhale
winter’s cool foreplay.

Stretching days contract,
hour sacrificed: dark gods
conjure fresh secrets.

Bare arms warm wool-wrapped,
chill morning glass: pumpkin spice
flavours memories.

Summer hanging on
fingertips, slipping: fallen
leaves mark, transition.