Make a haiku

[Inrhapsody]

day turns to evening
sun gives way to crescent moon
I kiss your high heels

Evening turns to day
nightfall is replaced by sun
my feet sure do stink

 

[VoyageToBeyond]

no sun, nor a moon
not day nor night, dusk nor dawn
licking stinky feet

 

[Inrhapsody]

no sun, nor a moon
not day nor night, dusk nor dawn
licking stinky feet

washed my feet tonight
I scrub and scrub them so hard
hope you'll suck my toes

 

[VoyageToBeyond]

bowed down at your feet
licking your sole, sucking toes
tall oak bends in wind

 

[ShaiGirl]

day turns to evening
sun gives way to crescent moon
I kiss your high heels

It's Monday morning
My feet are a bit weary
Will remove heels now.

 

[VoyageToBeyond]

many ladies in high heels
many toes to suck, heels to lick
sun rises anew

 

[fathom7]

softening daylight
muting heat from prior days
Autumn settles in

 

[bknerd]

wheels on the gravel
washboard road spinning up dust
giving form to light

 

[fathom7]

clouds of dirt arise
hastening from rain's curtain
running for cover

 

[bknerd]

thirsty and deprived
the trees crackle and let loose
flakes of old parchment

 

[fathom7]

fallen cordovans
drifting umbers and crimsons
roiling tree droppings

 

[bknerd]

confetti piled high
end of the summer party
raked up to be lit

 

[fathom7]

I like your style -- try this

bright delicacies
impossible colors fly
Autumn confetti

 

[bknerd]

i enjoy yours as well...i'm off for now though, hope to catch you again

muted browns and greens
command the artist's pallet
autumn lacking paint

 

[fathom7]

full somber approach
chilled atmosphere lingers long
first frost awakens

 

[bknerd]

pallets piling up...
this year's holiday build. ah,
the joys of retail

 

[southerntierguy]

Sliding in the ninth,
Beating the throw from right field ...
Now on to the Rays!

 

[fathom7]

hillsides full ablaze
ignition despite the chill
fall colors on parade

 

[bknerd]

gray blankets the sky
wrapping us in stormy hope
sending wind to tease

 

[fathom7]

knee high mists aswirl
drifted up from sun-parched earth
meadow walking dawn

 

[VoyageToBeyond]

teasing wind blows hard
grey, cold, wet, chill to the bones
alone i trudge home

 

[fathom7]

fallen scarlet hands
burnished bodice carved and old
maple tree autumn

 

[bknerd]

leaves dance spiraling
errant clumps of brown twisters
i follow their storms

 

[fathom7]

moistened treasure trove
clumped at first embrace of light
grass reawakens

 

[jhe1950]

i like making one
but it's never as fun
as a limmerick