failed haikus
the shimmering grass
the shadows of leaves dancing
(as the sun goes down
& this particular breeze comes out to play in the golden light)
would it be wrong of me
to sit quietly and unproductively,
merely enjoying the pleasant coolness of this wind;
the hushed whispering it inspires the leaves to utter;
the warm kiss of the sun,
the shadows that have come out to
play as it shines from a section of the sky
so near to the horizon
?