Haiku 693
it’s never been blue
the old house at the corner
it never will be
Haiku 694
a cold jealous ghost
browned the pink cherry blossoms
with his frosty breath
Haiku 695
What’s in that suitcase
Mr. Thunderstorm? What strife
have you brought tonight?
Haiku 696
One of you three teeth
aching me hard. Two of you
waiting for your turn.
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
I absolutely love the poem about the ghost. It conjures up such a beautiful and touching image.
Thank you. I’ve said it before and I will say it again, more is going on in this world than we think, and sometimes we sense it, maybe.