Behind the rusted gate old yard forgotten even by the crows.
Almost Haiku: Eighty-One
Steps swirling up dizzy staircase deep in the heart of winter.
Almost Haiku: Eighty
Marching through black and white days winter time again.
Behind the rusted gate old yard forgotten even by the crows.
Steps swirling up dizzy staircase deep in the heart of winter.
Marching through black and white days winter time again.