Seasonal Haiku (Poetry)

raw lemon skies
I wince and taste
old heartaches


shoreline blues
tides tug back
a deeper kindness


gravestones huddle
snow plays referee
settles for a draw


dry leaves curling
hands fallen in her lap
sleep blankets cold


migrating geese
a metaphor that love has flown
time to move on


sandcastles
every shifting grain alike
resist the first wave


fading beach snaps
her first squealing paddle
the pier now gone


humid nights
breathless with expectation
dark buds unfurl


birds roost
sunset’s amber torching trees
their city all aflame


A sudden deluge
the soaring lark lets go
his flood of notes


Spring gales
pink petal boats
adrift on puddles