COME, stand in utter rain
with utter joy
what looks wet is not you
nor the world
but a haiku
Come to spring fields
wrap yourself with the glistering glee
what starts a lulling glow within
is not your senses
but a haiku
Ride on the coolest wave in summer
traverse over the hottest stretches
what soothes the tropical world
is not a breezy saunter
but a haiku
Hang in mid-air like haze and trickle in awe
some things would thaw, some things would snow
what dances with the sun rays under the sky blue
is not the warmth of nature
but a haiku
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 7:17 AM UTC
COME, stand in utter rain
with utter joy
what looks wet is not you
nor the world
but a haiku
Come to spring fields
wrap yourself with the glistering glee
what starts a lulling glow within
is not your senses
but a haiku
Ride on the coolest wave in summer
traverse over the hottest stretches
what soothes the tropical world
is not a breezy saunter
but a haiku
Hang in mid-air like haze and trickle in awe
some things would thaw, some things would snow
what dances with the sun rays under the sky blue
is not the warmth of nature
but a haiku
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