Haiku Monday: Unexpected

 Some moonlight moonshine.
Kissing cousins' truth or dare.
A shotgun wedding.

Oscar telecast.
Favorite wins; no speech prepared?
Please! I call bullshit.

Haiku Monday: Up

Sweet and doomed twins climb

nursery rhyme's grassy knoll.

Pail of water spills.

Haiku Monday: Solitary Retreat

Silk, warm on her wrist.

His touch on her sleeve, like flames

at the palace gates.

Haiku Monday: Play

Sun-dappled seesaw.

Perfect harmony until

the first hard landing.

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.