Wet leaves on pavement,
harsh winds reveal skeletons—
bloodless and crooked.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Category Archives: haiku
Rites of passage. (haiku)
Early winter fog
envelops the neighborhood—
a burial shroud.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Alone. (haiku)
Sun baked autumn stroll
to the hidden lakeside cove—
cool breeze up her skirt.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Retirement. (haiku)
Tired hands fumble
with the clasp of an old bra—
elm trees groan at night.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
The last swim. (haiku)
Warm autumn sunset
pours into the ocean cove,
wet skin bathed in gold.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Dry cough. (haiku)
Waking up alone,
cigarettes smoked in silence;
a mourning dove coos.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Luna. (haiku)
A cool milky moon
spills through an open doorway—
she drinks in silence.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
