“Trespassers not welcome” Gun Roswell
A heavenly garden beckoned strangers
A welcome sign at the gateway abrupt
All trespassers will be shot
Category Archives: Haiku
Stormy horizon
“Thunder is always a much welcome delight or fright? ” Gun Roswell
Red on grey linger longer
Anticipating thunder and rain, in magnitude ten
Best way, the day spent
Straight lines
“This is some sort of shadow play isn’t it?” Gun Roswell
Dark and light lines across
The concrete and water cross without hesitation
Try not to step on
Black
“The colour of my very soul” Gun Roswell
Cat as black as night
Omen or intuition, you must decide
Or, it’s just an animal
Stop sign
“Stop, said the sign” Gun Roswell
The tragic came to a
Full stop when the light turned red
Finally safe crossing the street
Snow and red skies
“Snow fell, once again, it must be winter?” Gun Roswell
In the early morning hours
When in to the day adventuring
The air crisp and nature frozen
Of the wet snow during the night fallen
Trying hard not to sink in
As in the soft powder hard to stand
A pair of tire tracks to walk in
As the snow covers most of the land
Looking at the skies
For some star me to guide
The redness of it all
Makes me stare in awe
In the midst of toughest winter times
It really is hard for any green grass to find
But appreciating the beauty around me
As soon enough , summer winds will me besiege
Smiley face
“Smile despite the onions” Gun Roswell
A face with a smile
Appeared onto my bread made of rye
Eating it, getting so high
Old Market Hall
“Shopping old school” Gun Roswell
Handmade goods and knickknacks sold
Inside the old Market Hall in each
And every stall, bargains made
Closed for summer (haiku)
“Open the door please, I want in!” Gun Roswell
A weekend getaway for two
Stopped by a sign at the door
Closed for summer, go away!
Floating (Haiku)
“On the water, I am floating, until I sink?” Gun Roswell
On the water floating slowly
Bubbly, a little of salt for taste
Drink it if you’re thirsty
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