by Elsa Johnson

Haiku

New sun — who dares shine
back   ?   red breast blazing  :  you there —
cardinal   —   sun thief!

Hyacinth

Blossom    /     parted
into curls         like shaved wood
or   upright octopus  /  arms     turned up    all
tips     /      A tower’s      bell         split into shards
A fragrance      pungent      /     death
heavy      /      Oh sweet
purple painted
light

(Moral) Vacuum

It bites
When the snow
crunches like this
breathing sucks air in deep
to a space smaller
then the head
of a sin

Ring

Ring –
bells of my words
Meet in mid air
Bruise there and batter
Mix there and marry
Tarnish and
tarry