Wooded path swerves around the lake heading into autumn.
Tag: Haiku
Almost Haiku: Fifty-Nine
Window that no one will open today behind the rusted fence.
Almost Haiku: Fifty-Eight
Golden twilight washes the old building new colors.
Wooded path swerves around the lake heading into autumn.
Window that no one will open today behind the rusted fence.
Golden twilight washes the old building new colors.