Haikus

For us to spend time, / Is the greatest gift of all. / I could die tonight.

Author: Hario

Photo: 917

I quit smoking ‘cause / To die choking feels like / I’m abandoning you.

Author: Hario

Photo: 948

The storyteller, / Passes through with things quite true. / Hear him spin his tales.

Author: Hario

Photo: 548

All I write can be / Followed back to you, my friends. / I write for people.

Author: Hario

Photo: 914

Me: if only You / Could come and see the person / We had come to be.

Author: Hario

Photo: 633

The sun stays longer, / But I can’t wait till it’s gone. / At night, there are stars.

Author: Hario

Photo: 439

The taste of coffee, / Paints my tongue shades of cocoa / With faint notes of home.

Author: Hario

Photo: 438

God I miss your hugs, / You held me so tight it hurt. / I still feel them now…

Author: Hario

Photo: 516

There are those who grieve / The arrival of the sun / For it brings tomorrow.

Author: Hario

Photo: 754

The weather nips cold. / It syphons heat from our bones. / Yet I still stand tall.

Author: Hario

Photo: 431

The rain comes with clouds. / Many seek shelter indoors. / I stand in the rain.

Author: Hario

Photo: 694

I hear their stories. / I know their cries for my help. / But the boat is full.

Author: Hario

Photo: 1023

The storm barrels through / The forest, ripping up roots. / Good trees know to yield.

Author: Hario

Photo: 546

Thunder’s grumblings quake / The birds from their nests in trees. / See the skies weep rain.

Author: Hario

Photo: 414

So what do you see / Drawn up above by the clouds? / I see my wishes.

Author: Hario

Photo: 586

Behind the window, / I watch them wondering / What’s within their minds.

Author: Hario

Photo: 638

Here they lack the smog / That tints the home’s sky putrid. / Even still, I yearn.

Author: Hario

Photo: 524

A table stands firm, / It does its task perfectly, / And still it is thrown.

Author: Hario

Photo: 803

The well is empty. / Many have taken to leave, / I shall replenish.

Author: Hario

Photo: 985

To see sand simply: / Grains of Earth’s history— / Which we make castles.

Author: Hario

Photo: 1077