Haiku – Page 18 – aka, The Abject Muse

Guilty Gifting

crisp, Shasta daisies strands of black, freshwater pearls — you cheated again?

Springtime on the farm: birds sing, flowers bloom, flies buzz animal’s tails swat.

The fire in your eyes and the sweetness of your lips— How can I say no?

If you could have two I’d gladly be the second: Sometimes beats never.

Shooting star wishes Daisy petals & wishbones — Somethin’s gotta give. O, the conundrum! The heart wants what the heart wants: What it cannot have.