haiku/tanka poetry

I wish I could cry,

I sit there, numb and in shock.

Where is your body?

The trees bring me joy,

orangey hues, falling slowly

autumn, I love you

the water is cold,

goosebump covered arms and legs,

are always worth it.

the ocean provides me peace,

and for that I am grateful

joy used to blossom

in the red window boxes

of my mind (my home)

lilacs no longer grow there,

neither does joy (anymore)

I have never prayed

to a “real” god, only you.

For you are my god,

immortal, but immoral,

just like the God they pray to