I speak the language of flowers to blot out the living one.
Distasteful Hobbies
Shooting birds from the window Watch as they scatter And dance their way To some far off distance There is something satisfying in it Even when it's distasteful -Kel Dayheart
Blank Once More
It's winter again The chill is here And the world is blank With snow fall -Kel Dayheart
Homebound
It's crummy out But the tea is brewed just right And there is no plans, No reason to brave the cold It's crummy out But there's 200 pages left In this page- turner book And no responsibilities to accomplish -Kel Dayheart
A Cause for Claws
He strutted into the room Like an alley cat With a confidence That had been sharpened Into his favorite weapon -Kel Dayheart
No Remnants
It's blue skies again The storm that ravaged Has settled and disappeared Leaving the appearance That it never was To begin with -Kel Dayheart
Cold Fire
Vibrant red rains down Like a fire storm
Blow it Down
The wind is a terrible howl That hits the house Like it's trying to bring it down
Crows
Raven crows and cries A mournful song
Haiku #68
A rustic autumn Falling leaves swirl in the wind Done with crisp colors
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