A Hunk of Haiku

Crowded blades - green -
reach for the sunshine - tangled roots
run the opposite way.

　
Lips lust - nectar lost -
salted tears burns parched skin
now smooth leathery soft -

　
Word- whispered- remembered
later into the setting sun-
horizon bleeds pink.

Pastel painted dreams
travel further edgewise
too far to dare reach.


~Sabrina