Larkin said green trees
Are a kind of grief, but he
killed them to say it.

Larkin said green trees
Are a kind of grief, but he
killed them to say it.
Pain blooms bright and loud
Like fall leaves aglow in death
Maybe I am too
Milkweed spat
Tattoos inked in leaves
A skin home
We have hit our submission quota for the month and are now closed until November. BUT–we are experimenting with short-form poetry. For a chance to be featured in an upcoming issue, write an eco-inspired haiku, use the tag #TheRottingHaiku, and tag us in the post!
Behind dying leaves
the winter of the soul waits
I'm afraid of fall
#TheRottingHaiku