Writing haiku has never really presented a problem, but this restart will give an opportunity to try and be a bit more creative with my imagery. Life, after all, should always be about improvement…
Mellow
Exhale, entwining
bramble’s thorn: protection sharp
relief, juice running.
Seeds burst, explosion
air filled arousal; inhale
winter’s cool foreplay.
Stretching days contract,
hour sacrificed: dark gods
conjure fresh secrets.
Bare arms warm wool-wrapped,
chill morning glass: pumpkin spice
flavours memories.
Summer hanging on
fingertips, slipping: fallen
leaves mark, transition.
The Internet of Words 