Haiku Collection #1

Blue and orange morning
Joshua Trees, no shadows
To hide inside of

Late morning, June, cheek
On concrete like mamas lap,
No plans, dad’s at work

Golden light sees past.
Smell smoke but things are clearer,
With holiday plans.

Streets empty, heart filled,
Warm wind on knuckles, tires hum.
Tomorrow’s a dream

Snow falls on Ukraine.
Sinatra croons like the creak
Of a cedar bough

Dark woods and leather,
Icy martinis and nuts,
A hist’ry unfolds

Chilled Copper cup of
Pinot Grande tales gushes with
Our sweet history