It's Still Life

Heatwave Poetry

Senryu

each hill wears a hush
as if the cold remembers
a lullaby’s name

Haiku

Snow piles in the dawn
shadows shift, a long, low hum;
world pauses, hearing

… and because my ink refuses to put a lid on it … so to speak …

I.
snow keeps no footprints
until someone needs a path

II.
summer heat
I borrow a little winter
from memory

III.
heatwave
keep a bit of snow
in your imagination

Written for Susi’s SenHai Saturday #58. Not all images are created with Midjourney, but all writing is my own original work. ©Misky 2006-2026.