New trails New treads

Bags packed to leave

Onwards to new trails

Rains wash old treads

Haiku – the eating place

Sushi at haiku
Tangy taste on tongue
Night celeberates

Hot grill bakes
Cheese and sauce melt into dough
Taste in eyes too

soft buns brown

Fiery treat within, bitten next

Taste is music

Warm as a rose
Beyond the seen, in Red
Unseen is the glow

Yellow yeast yawns
you yell your Yoodle yap
Yoghurt you yearn

The flying Kite
soaring the sky
only because its tied.
Snap!! The string breaks
And its free.