Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Haiku 57

Haiku 57

Jack Frost wakes from sleep,
Sets sights on drifting down south -
Colors disappear.

Gathering huge flocks,
Birds know all about winter -
Seasons rule their year.

Fall back - spring ahead -
An hour lost - an hour found - my !
Do you really care ?

Just like a pumpkin,
I'm withering on the vine -
Carve me or kick me.

War Lords were slum lords,
Their wrath trashed human beings -
Slum lords trash also.

Capture and hold streets,
Clean them, then maintain that look -
Cleanliness, God's plan. 

Ronald C. Downie

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