Good morning!
It’s Wednesday, and it’s International Haiku Poetry Day.
Last year we counted syllables while admiring fuzzy catkins. Today, I offer the sky instead.
“From time to time
The clouds give rest
To the moon-beholders.”—Matsuo Bashō
Onwards we go,
Clara
Cake or even oatmeal! The prep is bad tasting, but everything was relatively okay. And there was sleepy anesthesia!!
Sharp crack of thunder
Silence, and my cat leaps up
Darkness. Rain sleets down