It’s summer still. Fall
Will lower the bridge over
Her castle’s moat. Wait.
Color in her cheeks,
She’ll let you in her castle,
When golden leaves fall.
When loneliness rings,
She’ll wrap you in reds and golds,
Hand you a scepter.
She’ll make you her king,
You’ll be her Sun and her Moon,
She will bow to you.
You’ll call her Autumn,
You will be kind and patient,
You won’t offend her.
You will rule the stars,
You will ride the Milky Way,
Curb a wild comet.
To be continued...
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Wonderful optimism in your Milky Way haiku. These would be perfect encouragement for a child.ReplyDelete
...a child or a child at heart :-)Delete
I wondered how you would put that in here!ReplyDelete
Curb a comet...How wonderful. I love how this is unfolding!ReplyDelete
Wouldn't it be nice - to curb a comet? :-)Delete
Love it - "curb a wild comet" and "ride the milky way"ReplyDelete
And the stories is unfolding ... nice haiku on Milky Way.ReplyDelete
The story unfolds nicelyReplyDelete
So full of energy! Wonderfully writtenReplyDelete
Thank you, Stephen.Delete
"curb a wild comet" conjures up images of the Old West and taming wild mustangs!ReplyDelete
So glad it does!Delete
Wild wild space? :)ReplyDelete
Yes, I guess it is!Delete