A Few Haiku

Lovely lonely lass
Tugging at the dress’s hem
Do not be so shy

The happy sage dances like a drunken idiot – no fear, no desire

The haze slides downward
Bathing the valley in gray
Stone silhouettes fade

I called to you over rushing waters but you turned away

My fertile dreamscape
Right at the tip of my mind
I find only mist

Wicked beasts be near
Into frail flesh they will tear
Vile monster, spare me

She lay weeping
Stoned by evil intent
Rubbing teary eyes

In verdant pastures
The young lass frolics gayly
And then runs homeward

Alien days fly
As if upon winged dreams
Melting clocks and soup

White eyebrows and beard
He danced at the sword’s point
Never fearing death

Into the valley
With no great remorse or fear
They left their old homes

Twisting vines do climb
Seeking sunlight merrily
Pulled by their faith

Do not seek knowledge
Find the mind born of nature
This cannot be taught

Cautious lions from bold lambs
Timid lambs make lions careless

Lonely autumn day
Brutal gray skies rolling through
Dear Sky: Do not Cry.

Towering cedars
Columns to the high heavens
Press up the storm clouds

Morning chill on bones
Weary muscles seek to stretch
The old cat eases up

About B Gourley

Bernie Gourley is a writer living in Bangalore, India. He is currently writing his first novel entitled CHASING DEMONS. He is a martial artist, yogi, and world traveler.
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