© Frédéric Georges Martin
October Haiku
Rain on a roof window.
Fading roses feel no pain,
but Sorrow hits a crescendo.
© Frédéric Georges Martin
Nevermore
Does the sparrow see
the ghost of the cat
that’s looking out
the little round window?
Follow me
a silver-lined cloud had said
to the heavy-hearted boy,
I’ll show you a double Rainbow.
But unwinged birds
like Sorrow and Woe
cannot fly away
and “nevermore” is
the saddest word I know.
© Frédéric Georges Martin