Haiku from a Younger Me


Some of my Haiku from 1975, I was 17. . .


Under the shade tree
our love withstood all falsehoods
that summer, long ago.


Pour colors on blue.

Reflect thoughts of passing days.

Rest for tomorrow.


Rain trickles gently
bringing back sad memories–
blood in the gutter.


Beauty of white sky

over an ivory sheet.

The brisk air wakes all.


Steadily upward

climbing over obstacles.

Ivy, show me how.


©Joan T. Warren


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