the sun sears hot
but on the breeze–
autumn
the sun sears hot
but on the breeze–
autumn
stop being broken, world
I don’t have
enough duct tape
the air is snow and cold
but summer intransigent
won’t loose hold of green
Today’s thankfulness post comes in the form of a haiku:
crisp snow scent–
inside
the smell of coffee
blue sky
snowing
dandelion seeds
early spring
thickly winter frosted
trees blossom snow
shopping list
from a distance
looks like haiku