Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Wednesday Haiku

Spring sprang green and lush
shade shadows appeared on streets
baby leaves birthed


Coasting on my bike
down my childhood summer street
Look, Mom, no hands, look!


A haiku is small
it has a five seven five
prison to live in

2 comments:

Daniel Bell said...

Love that last one, about haiku being a prison for a poet, but instead of 6x8x8, you only get 5x7x5. Still, you fit a lot of life in that little space.

Kat Mortensen said...

They are all good, but I especially like the middle one. I can totally relate.

Kat