No More Fairy Tales, XL
the morning sun
choked out by columns of black ...
car after car
driving through the valley of smoke
as tongues of fire leap behind
FYI: My haiku below could be read as a sequel:
No More Fairy Tales, VI
tongues of forest fires
there's no Plan[et] B, the rest
blah, blah, blah ...
Added: No More Fairy Tales, XLI
morning sun barely seen street after street charred by the frames
Added: No More Fairy Tales, XLII
tongues of flame
grow longer and wilder
with raging hate and lies ...
a raven's kraa-kraa-kraa
atop the Mar-a-Lago flagpole
Added: No More Fairy Tales, XLIII
a stairway
what remains of a burned house ...
Pacific Coast sunset
FYI: The following haiku with a prefatory note could be read as a sequel:
On my return from Tsukushi at the close of March, I found that my hut had been destroyed by fire. Looking at the ruins, I composed this verse.
violets here and there
in the ruins
of my burnt house
Haiku Mind: 108 Poems to Cultivate Awareness and Open Your Heart
Shokyu-ni
Added:
patches of fog
shroud this orphanage ...
un/knowing the past
FYI: This haiku could be read as a sequel of my haiku below:
jigsaw puzzle:
group-home kids piece together
“American Dream”
Touch of a Moth: 2012 Haiku Canada Members' Anthology
(Note: American Dream is FX Schmid's award-winning 750-piece jigsaw puzzle)
hand-me-down dream
twilight laughter drifting
from the orphanage