Sandbox?

For some folk, it seems.

waging wars and raising walls

are the lines they draw in sand.

Beneath Her Spire

Ephemeral are we;

to ashes we shall return.

Even so, we shall remain,

eternal in memory

Haiku 14 Apr 2019

When our world assumes

this lemony patina,

we can’t help but gasp!

Allusions du Printemps

April’s barely come,

yet, already faint perfume

wafts upon the evening breeze.