Haiku – Page 2 – My Tales Within

Grey Skies

The haze descends Bright blue dome turns grey mood shifts grey too

I am their belief must fulfil expectations my solemn duty

Strings strum the music Rhythmic beats resonate Music need no words

Rubber on the tar Growling iron box surges Trees streak in green blur

Pine lets in sun Lazy Sunday lies sprawled Pure blue sky peeks

Still water stays calm Reflection in the puddle Rain creates ripple

Happily it flies Unaware and blissful Tethered by mind

Garden was fenced Keeping everyone out Rays of Light sneak in

Lake reflects the sky Land separates the two No black no white

bright side there dark side is there too between lies coffee