Fine Wind, Clear Morning Haiku

Something Yellow


There is something in the bright yellow of a dandelion that makes me smile.

Something sweet in the golden drip of honey,

The way it turns your frown ever so slowly into a smile,

The girl tosses her long brown curls desend down her shoulders, her smile glows like a million fireflys, her perfect skin smooth her portrait oval with red lips like cherries.

When you wake up.

the cold air whisks around your face.

Fresh.
Walking down to the lakeside.

a thick mist visible on the clear surface.

You push your boat into the water and clamber in.