Change with the seasons.
Tag: haiku
Summer
Here we are between
French Toast
It is on Sunday And mostly late in the day Scent buttery sweet A ride in the car and the roof all the way down Light blue eyes and sky What lasts forever? All of this turns to rubble After time weathers Charred and burned on stove with baby boy on her hip Smoke a… Continue reading French Toast
The Trees
Haiku: The Trees Tree touches my soul, with its branches completely still. Splendor, none compares. Photo by @kirillz
