near midnightMelbourne Australiaevrything else no longer close
the sunflowershouldering the moonbides its time
tradies talkover drinkscigarettes wave like a live weld
summer leaveswinter treesin autumn
come home brotherthe stars as your guidea winter edged reminder
remember my love,memory is coldas winter,shelter yourself welllove u
many thanks Ms James for your delightful and mysterious additions to my blog
He definitely needs a consideration...homelessness is a sad reality...and it only takes an earthquake to find many big homeowners homeless on the streets i like the way you said it with a tinge of humour, Dallowaywishes, devika
i think its more senryu than haiku; yes i like its empathy, much lovegillena
You didn't recognize my silhouette?_m
very funny Magyar. that made me laugh.
Excellent. Homeless people can have so much humour that they gently despair at our take on life. They are the most undeserving of hard times, and have that sad insight into what we have, and what we miss that we have.all my best,AlanWith Words Online Haiku Competition.
Many thanks Alan. I appreciate your comments.
landing shadows/falling leafmy vespertine short winged carrier birdmay you release the floating chords of fallfrom whence the delectable break once heard starts journey the fabric to autumn shawl.to this earth the gift you bestow of plumefeather of a bird when the sun does chooseshines dark by choice through the loss of the moonfor true beauty needs cast her shadow too
BIG ISSUEthe big issuemagazine coverholds the faceof the man selling it.he walks witha copy heldshoulder highlooking to alllike siamese twins.sunfield james
Thanks for taking the time to write something.