Haikus...

The candle flickers,
gutters, then extinguishing;
the darkness consumes.

Crimson, gold and green.
The leaves lay upon the path,
soon to be disturbed.

Ripples spread across
the moon, yet it stays unchanged
above the water.

National Poetry Day

I know it's a day late but I *did* make this yesterday:

Wordsworth, Milton, Donne.
Great poets before our time;
immortal in text.