trapped?

Lillian hosts dVerse poets pub where she’s serving quadrilles till sunrise.

dark cloud
gathers
over house,
heavy weight
of self-pity
settles in;
crawls into
bed with
depression to
brood sombre
mood;
unsettling
helpless inhabitants
who desire respite
but cannot
escape
shadow of
“woe-is-poor-me”
midnight feeling
…unless
faith dawns
miraculous
at sunrise.

luminousity

orange pumpkin moon

black cloud eye-mask conceals face

trick-or-treat bandit

rises above dark tree shapes

farmyard glows with light surreal

photo by lynn

mysterious crossing

 

Shiki, one of the Big Five haiku poets, wrote this in classical style:

 

when I looked back,
the man who passed
was lost in the mist

© Masaoka Shiki

 

his haunting haiku inspires my attempt as follows:

 

glance out my window

cloud wisps pass before half moon

glimpse coyote shadows

© lynn

See Carpe Diem Haiku Kai  for prompt and more information.