Young Writers Society

Below the window
lies a dove that mistook it
for gloomy dusk skies.

For gloomy dusk skies
Lie flat on the horizon
In the cold of night

In the cold of the night
My mind wanders seamlessly;
The dead of the day.

The dead of the day
Looms over my cold shoulders
Like snowflakes drifting

like snowflakes drifting
like frost melting with the sun
like your secret smile.

secrets lie beneath
the earth rumbles majesty
we discover them

We discover them
the clouds behind grey tree tops
lit by the pale sun.

Lit by the pale sun
Lonely heart answers to none
Betraying flowers

Betraying flowers
Hold me close and slash my chest
As I kiss petals

The train starts running
Choo-Choo I hear the engine
An adventure awaits

An adventure awaits
the white butterfly, at dawn --
flight until mid-day.

@Kelisot You should end with the last line of the person before you. So for example my haiku will start with start the last line of the haiku of Lim’s haiku.

Flight until mid-day
Hares scatter around headlights
But so still at night

Sorry! I didn't know

But so still at night
The silence was so fragile
The wolves' howls broke it

Don’t worry. I just hope you’re enjoying taking part!

The wolves’ howl broke it
Like a tingling crawling down
Down, down, down your spine

down, down, down your spine
the first showers of rain bring
a slowing, a calm.