Haiku

Matisyn S.

 

Winter

The cold land of white

Trees twist, icicles dangles

Frost kisses the grass

The Water Lily

Sitting on the blue

A pink crown with pollen

Long roots swirl around

 

Ready for War

Packing a kit bag

Go marching to enemies

Return home with fear

 

Feather

Birds of a feather

A plume, the quill separate

Opposites break off

Sun

Trust it to return

A yellow glow through the trees

Have faith in mornings