Yet More August Haikus! 11.08.2013

If I could listen

to the ghosts within the mist…

I might just go mad.


My wardrobe divide

does not account for seasons.

Cold? Just grin and bare.

More Haikus! (Sick of them yet?)

You tracked mud footsteps

across everything I own.

You said “this is spring.”


I kept Autumn close,

wrote to it with summer words-

not that winter knew.


Summer surprised us,

trust England not to expect

sunshine in July.