Brush – Waka and Haiku – August 25, 2015

(Haiku)

my fingers
delight running through his hair
brushing his brow

(Dodoitsu form: 7-7-7-5)

This brush with winter’s snowflakes
Brought to mind summer’s heat wave
Not that I’m never happy
I just prefer fall

(Tanka)

his fingers brushed
across her breast, tenderly
raising feelings
that had seemed forever gone
just sweet memories of youth

(Troiku)

the bells ring
the sun tops the mountains
another morning dawns

the bells ring
the pigeons always surprised
fly away in fright

the sun tops the mountains
darkness flees the light
hiding in the forest

another morning dawns
the sun’s brush
paints the valley gold

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for Haiku Horizons – Brush 

and linked to B&P Shadorma and Beyond, Carpe Diem Haiku Kai (Dodoitsu)