The sky broke today,
and the sun leaked gold
over gray fragments.
When all was faded and gone,
there was left a single moon;
its whiteness, like a lighthouse,
washed away the stars,
a second sun that
purified the night.
Written in the 2000s. I almost forgot that this was a play with haiku. Tripled syllable lines—3 of 5, 3 of 7, 3 of 5. Written so long ago, I can’t remember what inspired me to write it! (Besides a sunset, of course)
haiku, non-rhyming, very short, nature
Dinosaur Fondue Poetry 