Time Marches On


Things are different

Time changes immortal things

And renders them dust

Forward motion in
Backward times meant as progress.
Wishful thoughts? Maybe.

Sun Haiku

Bathing in the sun
As tan skin comes to being
God’s art on your flesh

Sleep Haiku

Sleep embraces me
Reluctantly, not warmly
Embrace all the same

Musical Haiku

Melodies floating
Taking to the windy sky
We miss you Lauryn

Highway Haiku

Asphalt speeding by
Highway receding behind
Forward progression

Itoshii Hito Farewell Haiku

It was not goodbye

It didn’t feel like goodbye

This doesn’t feel real