Haiku: Fresh & Wind

This traiku is in response to Ronovan’s weekly prompt


Fresh wind from the sea

laden with salt and merdreams

blusters through cobwebs.


Wind calls, brisk spring-voiced

full of new chicks’ flutterings

proud parents’ singing.


Listen to the wind

playing music in new leaves

vying with birdsong.

Dog rose haiku

Photo ©Nikita Karasik


Desire reaches out

plucks the rose that bears a thorn

blood specks white petals.


Will I take the rose

watch its fragile petals fall

the bee search in vain?


You with avid eyes

will you forgive the wounding

or will the thorn stay?