bees buzzing in spring
the daffodils preen coyly
yellow robed geisha
the daffodils preen coyly
yellow robed geisha
calling Jack Frost
on a cold autumn night
on a cold autumn night
rustling leaves
roaring moped
careening down the street
at dawn
careening down the street
at dawn
constant rumble
factory hums through the night
sound economy
factory hums through the night
sound economy
© G.s.k. ‘15
Inspired by Carpe Diem haiku Kai
These are delightful!
ReplyDeleteThanks Dolores ... glad you liked them!
Deletecareening - great word. You do a double dose each time, don't you. I don't always get to the second one.
ReplyDeleteIf you mean on two blogs ... yes, I often do. But then I just write poems usually ... if you mean series, yes I often do. Glad you enjoyed careening ... but mopeds at dawn not so great though :-)
DeleteWell done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Justine :-)
Deleteluv the "bees buzzing.." best of the lot
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Thanks ... wonderful sound of summer ...
DeleteI hear the rustling leaves calling Jack Frost, and love the daffodils being coy with the bees. You bring me right into the present.
ReplyDeleteI love the daffodils being coy with the bees--and the rustling leaves calling Jack Frost. You channel Gaia's voice.
ReplyDeletewonderful
ReplyDeletenice little word play in the last one
the first is a gem
Great sounds -- but that last one -- that pun is a groaner, LOL!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
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