Little Haiku Dreams

A lonely mountain road

I push my old cart uphill

Square wheels stuck in ruts


Bundle on a stick

Was all that was once needed

To meet Destiny


At crossroads of life

Compass and sense not needed

Sat nav in pocket


Sun melting in sky

Night’s heralds come gliding out

Soft footsteps at dusk


Poet goes to sleep

Poems snuggle in their nests

Little haiku dreams




This entry was published on January 8, 2013 at 12:02 AM. It’s filed under Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

write the fox

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: