Good morning!
It’s Monday, and it’s International Haiku Poetry Day.
We start the new week
squinting at fuzzy catkins
counting syllables.
“April's air stirs in
Willow-leaves...a butterfly
Floats and balance…
Good morning!
It’s Monday, and it’s International Haiku Poetry Day.
We start the new week
squinting at fuzzy catkins
counting syllables.
“April's air stirs in
Willow-leaves...a butterfly
Floats and balance…