Tag Archives: Haiku
Warm breezes come now. Ask August or September. Winter will come soon. Advertisements
The barking dog runs out to chase the fireflies and finds a rabbit.
Heavy snow marches in hiding the green crocus buds, Bird feeders now empty.
Looking a bit old Still beautiful in my eyes, A reminder of good times.
Lightning flashes north, The wind blows mightily north Orange leaves move in trees.
The world has edges, The area between realities, Here be dragons.
Moss covered steps – green – on the path to every where, Who will be the first?