Haiku Round-Up #5

Time for another round-up of my recent Haiku! (Here is an explanation of why I’ve been writing and posting haiku.)

 

A startle of wet

briskly awakens my skin.

I am thinking flesh.

 

The willow droops black

against a lavender sky,

a still precipice.

 

Dripping, drooping, weak.

The skin and the rain: both grey.

An unrestful sleep.

 

In early dimness,

a quiet, unmoving sky

chills, waiting for dusk.

 

Waiting in the cold,

trying not to let my mind

rush when all is calm.

 

Returning, the cold

breaks against the bedroom glass.

Wild-eyed, the cats watch.

 

Afternoon, evening,

merge as the sky stops dancing,

parting from the clock.