Monday Morning Haiku
cat on a fence faintly its voice **** through the eyeholes a bleached white skull admits the desert **** all is emptiness the beauty of a beach and three clouds **** painted on the wind the sound of sandhill cranes consumes me **** a breeze teases dew on the marigolds native bees **** deserted park wind moving an empty swing squeak squeak Continue reading Monday Morning Haiku

