Haiku

I have been toying with some Haiku poems of late. They are new to me and work on syllables of five, seven, five. Easier said than done. But an interesting medium all the same. Apparently with traditional Haiku, a season should be mentioned.

1.
Spring sat silent,


Winter spat in Summer's face,

Autumn grieved alone.



2.
Black cloud on winter

falling toward bright Summer

as if possessed.



3.
Your tears fell slowly

upon waiting, grieving heart

to heal in sighs.



4.
The moment drifted

onwards through a gentle smile

to settle on me.



5.
Words wilt through me,

dribble into sullen places,

denying knowledge.