Plucked from their patches hollowed, cut, and brought to life wickedly they scheme.
Strong and stronger as the evenings grow shorter the shadows, longer.
Yellow, red and gold, mulchy, slippery and cold, fiery ice on tarmac.
Silent, midnight silk, starlight eyes in winter sky. I'm being followed.
Inferno rages power to destroy, contained within every candle
Weathered stone markers Guide the way to Grandma’s house Silent paws follow Today’s haiku is written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt! Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to download the photo from Sue’s...
Neither hot nor cold the most delicious bowl holds Baby Bear’s porridge Written for today’s WordPress daily prompt, Center.
As I missed yesterday's daily WordPress prompt, I'm going to incorporate it into today's post, so you get two haiku instead of one!
The cornfields listen Their growing, ripening ears Deafened to feed us Today’s daily WordPress prompt is Yellow.
Her painted face lies No movement to betray thought The ground accepts her