Haiku

M. Anthony C.

 

one leaf

this sidewalk

spring

 

Bleeding in a garden,

He cries for kites

without a wooden cross

 

Summer sun—

a tree hunched

over its scar

 

In Brenham, birds

sing the minutes.  Silence

in Magna.

 

Summer turning

I ring my finger

with grass

 

After lightning, we listen

for a heartbeat.

 

Leaves on a street,

the rain drowning in them

 

warm hands

cold back.

a winter's fire