Category Archives: Haiku
Tuesday, any day creeps slowly on, bringing cold November weather. Advertisements
Standing on the edge, watching all that comes and goes, how long before you?
Cold wind of autumn blows across green summer grass, waiting for the snow.
Floating in our midst Our troubles never drift far, A blossom can appear.
I open to you, a bright spot in the clouds, a remembrance.
When times are busy, even hectic, I ponder on what might have been.
Life is balancing, One foot in the air – sometimes, or on the water’s edge.