Haiku Monday: Rain

Silver sparkle drops
cascade like dewy diamonds.
Gutter's wet treasure.

Haiku Monday: Beauty

The fountain of youth:

fed by tears that blur my face

in the looking glass.

Last rose of Summer
longs to be plucked with delight
like Spring's first blossom.

Haiku Monday: Treasure

               9th grade valentine
               saved like the Shroud of Turin.
               I forget his name.