A lingering frost
threatens our prized lemon tree—
you ignore my touch.
© Nancy Botta, 2023
Tag Archives: senryu
Almost over. (not-quite-a-haiku)
Rattled old visions
from the thin side of panic;
wet eyes in the dark.
© Nancy Botta, 2022
Holy weapons. (senryu)
Brushing ash off bone
half men crawl though bitter fields—
glory be the light.
© Nancy Botta, 2021
Almost dawn. (senryu)
Hiss of the heater
and sweaty limbs of some man;
her eyes seek daylight.
© Nancy Botta, 2021
Refuse. (haiku)
burnt leaves and plastic
swallowed by eddies and waves—
our marriage, undone
© Nancy Botta, 2020
Rusted Honey 