Showered in sunlight Warmed, although there is a breeze In this small meadow
Smoldering
She was fire Burning bright Bold unrepentant But like fire She could be Smothered Snuffed Until she lost Her flame -Kel Dayheart
Icy
I am more cold bloodied Than even I believed As I sit soaking up the sun I am still so chilled -Kel Dayheart
An Ode to Green
It is in a single blade Of freshly mowed grass It is in the vibrancy Of healthy plants It is in the luck Of a festive St. Patty's day It is in the cool surface Of a may's stone But it also finds its home Within the gleaming eyes of envy -Kel Dayheart
Dry Heat
Like cream silk sheets Sand dunes liter the desert As wrinkles crinkle the sheets Imitating waves -Kel Dayheart
Blooming
Sunflowers tower over like soldiers Guardians of the garden Watching over all the little sprouts To make sure they grow To make sure they bloom -Kel Dayheart
Goldfish Memories
Swimming along in circles In my little glass bowl It's exhausting to keep going My saving grace Is that shortly I won't remember -Kel Dayheart
Moon Lust
Full moon light Burns in my veins As I feel The urge to Howl -Kel Dayheart
Sleep Like a Baby
No rest for the wicked Or so they say But if you are truly terrible Then you have no guilt Keeping them awake So enjoy your wicked sleep -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #104
Wind blew and sky blue Waves crash in salty delight Cloudless sunny day
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