87 lines
2.1 KiB
HTML
87 lines
2.1 KiB
HTML
<!doctype html>
|
|
<html>
|
|
<head>
|
|
<title>Zk | Haiku</title>
|
|
<link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="/style.css" />
|
|
<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width" />
|
|
<meta charset="utf-8" />
|
|
</head>
|
|
<body>
|
|
<main>
|
|
<header>
|
|
<h1>Zk | Haiku</h1>
|
|
</header>
|
|
<article class="content">
|
|
<p><span class="tag">writing</span> <span class="tag">poetry</span></p>
|
|
<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
|
|
<div class="verse">Arctic fox's den
|
|
adorned with flowers and snow
|
|
garden in winter</div>
|
|
<hr />
|
|
<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
|
|
<div class="verse">A measure of grain
|
|
and a measure of water —
|
|
spring's own time and heat
|
|
|
|
Air carries the scent
|
|
of myriads of lives spent
|
|
on summer's warm breath
|
|
|
|
Crumb and density,
|
|
warmth buried beneath crisp crust —
|
|
autumn's crackling leaves.
|
|
|
|
Loves and loaves and loaves
|
|
baked for comfort in the cold —
|
|
winter calls for stores.</div>
|
|
<hr />
|
|
<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
|
|
<div class="verse">Leaves fall, grass withers,
|
|
and I step back to witness
|
|
winter's frozen form.
|
|
|
|
Half an hour's silence,
|
|
body relaxing slowly,
|
|
letting springtime in.
|
|
|
|
A season to stretch,
|
|
then one to learn everything —
|
|
summer's exploring.
|
|
|
|
What will autumn bring?
|
|
Maturity? Strength? Wisdom?
|
|
Dry heat and cool nights?</div>
|
|
<hr />
|
|
<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
|
|
<div class="verse">Seven flies circle,
|
|
Trimmers chatter down the block:
|
|
The hum of summer.
|
|
|
|
I listen, silent, waiting,
|
|
Breathing in sun and out shade.
|
|
|
|
Fig leaves like fingers
|
|
paw feebly through still hot air
|
|
and come up with naught.
|
|
|
|
Too early for fruit to droop,
|
|
we must wait past midsummer.
|
|
|
|
And I walk until
|
|
all I can hear is the wind
|
|
among the fir trees.
|
|
|
|
Summer breezes bear away
|
|
all the choices of years past.
|
|
|
|
Drink deep of death-thoughts
|
|
as the day dies with a yawn —
|
|
the year starts to fade.</div>
|
|
</article>
|
|
<footer>
|
|
<p>Page generated on 2020-04-24</p>
|
|
</footer>
|
|
</main>
|
|
</body>
|
|
</html>
|