Author: chrissouthamblog

[This haiku was published in the British Haiku Society 2016 anthology]

sun low
a friend plays
a rustling tune

space reconfigures
a stone floor echoes and waits
walls hold their secrets

rectangle of love
an old man fills his pipe, smiles
empty basket waits

glorious playback
mirroring lagoon like depths
strangers stand in awe

hosta la vista
slugs in the receiving line
a banquet awaits

a cool breeze rustles
shades dance to the tune of light
sand cristals glisten

real mimics surreal
what might salvador still see
what is it you see?