Friday haiku 65

Sunlight kills winter
but nightfall brings it
slinking back

Time

There is only time

it’s not yours to give, take, waste, or spend.
You cannot pass, tell, save, or bide it;
You cannot make it, it will never end.
You can’t stop, have, lose, or find it.

It will not expire, crawl, creep or drag;
there is no past, double, quick or run.
No good times, sometimes, old, or lag;
it can’t be told by clock, or bell, or sun.

You cannot kill it, poison, stop, or shoot it;
there is no hang time, short or long, or nigh.
You can’t restart, replay, reverse, reboot it.
There is only time. It will not die.

You will die.
Time will fly.

Friday haiku 64

Winter inhales.
Summer, always rebellious,
exhales.

Friday haiku 63

Wrapped in winter white
the back garden
dreams of spring

Friday haiku 62

Irony is
freezing to death
in the midst of global warming