Haiku

Crimson sky at dawn

Who has stained the sky’s white sheets

Leaving rusted smears?

Jam-packed rush-hour train:

Fleetingly from window’s crack

Streak of lime-cool green

Fifteen-year-old’s room:

Coffee cup, damp molding towels

Tubes of Clearasil

Shredded hosta leaves

Gliding on a film of slime

One contented slug

Fat, bleached summer clouds

Puffed up in a flawless sky

Drone of distant plane

Crumbs and butter smeared

tea-bag puddles, sour milk

skillet glazed with fat

Swirling crimson, gold

Russet, scarlet, tumbling fast –

Leaf mold piled sky-high

Rain-slick paving stones

Wet brick buildings, cold grey skies

Nice hot cup of tea