About Mikels Skele

Poet. Explainer. Foreigner-at-large.

Friday haiku 5

Feel free to respond with haiku of your own in the comments.

Blossoms in winter
Like you
Hold their secrets

How swiftly came the killing season
swept in from hinterlands
just when we had remarked upon
the sameness of it all.

How soon the must-not-be-named
became quotidian.
Weren’t we standing there,
thinking how sensible

not to raise a ruckus,
how preferable to simply
turn our backs to the foul wind?

How did we come to this?
Didn’t we say how better we were?
What comfort are platitudes
now?

On a gloomy Friday.

Just now
a chill wind
winter comes early

Beneath the vultured sky
bully boys tend their weapons,
teeth bared,
lives unsheathed.

All others, they think,
are prey, doomed to
all-hallowed twilight,

but one or two,
unshrinking,
stir and turn.

Vultures circle lower.
Which side?

It’s Friday again. Feel free to respond in haiku.

Autumn wind
strips leaves
from a broken branch