Tanka by Kayla

the woodland trees

pull in darkness

at dusk

color fades away

everything becomes quiet



my father the railroader

boards a train

on his last ride home

it passes silently

into the darkness

Haiku by Kayla

sunny fragrant day

the metal sheds' interior

dark and musty



vapor trails overhead

last nights snail trails

spread across the sidewalk



this summer

more clover

more rabbits



telescope

stars inside

lightning bugs outside



campfire out

i wash my hands

in a pan of stars



campfire

glimpses of faces

come and go



night fishing

my bobber drifts

across the moon



side walk

a baby robin opens wide

as i pass by

"Missing you " , a poem by Kayla

today

i will walk the same path

through the grassy field,

perhaps

i will see you again,



like the purple crocus

does our friendship

face only one way?

or is it fleeting,

like a shooting star?



like the rising

of the morning sun,

and the sweet sound of the song birds,

i need you

to be my friend



i walk the path everyday

through the grassy field,

hoping to see you,

and at night

hoping to see a shooting star.

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