MARIO KIEFER

Scorching sun’s rays burn The parched land cries out its thirst. Still soon season turns. #Haiku

Freedom’s just a word. Until you do not have it. Voices must be heard. #Haiku

Garlands form her dress By the Emerald Throne she stands Homage to Aestes #Haiku

The land grows stronger With flora in its full bloom As days grow longer #Haiku

Wherever we roam Although far from where we start We all end up home. #Haiku

When birds sing their song Calling in morning sun Can the day go wrong? #Haiku

Critters are about Enjoying the spring time sun You better watch out. #Haiku

The middle of May Spring’s buds blossom in the sun A beautiful day. #Haiku

The Ferryman waits And we all will pay the toll When we cross the straits. #Haiku

Each other they blame Never looking to themselves. They just play the game. #Haiku

New life can be found From the dredges of the old When Easter comes ‘round. #Haiku

Though tight man does grip From Atropos he’ll not wrest The thread she will snip. #Haiku

In new day’s hours Proserpina awakens Blossoms of flowers #Haiku

Clocks turn back an hour And rising in the morning Faces surely sour #Haiku

Songs of birds expand Tree’s leaves begin their blossom God smiles on His land #Haiku

Early March breezes Winter begins her nap, but Spring only teases #Haiku

Sunlight on my face As winter begins to wane Spring does come apace. #Haiku

Though we make goodbyes My heart still will skip a beat Looking in your eyes. #Haiku

The frigid air stings Halfway through his now pierced heart And winter still sings #Haiku

To find what is real There’s no choice but to reveal Those things we conceal #Haiku