Bare sky where the great fir once stood— quiet after the storm.
Category: Musings
Almost Haiku: Seventy-Nine
Doorways dripping paint warm colors inside a snowy day.
Almost Haiku: Sixty-Four
Tall building watches over autumn’s hues.
Bare sky where the great fir once stood— quiet after the storm.
Doorways dripping paint warm colors inside a snowy day.
Tall building watches over autumn’s hues.