sockless I walk
in the garden, stare at a
whisper of the moon.
Month: July 2018
Breakfast
Luke warm tea catches my tears
I drink still, gulping.
When it Rained
In the rain, we dreamed.
Swimming without fear.
Boundless.
The dream doesn’t last.
The rain doesn’t fall
anymore, I walk alone.
Sun baked,
brittle, now.
Haiku 74
by the warm river
busy dragonfly flutter
I walk on, alone
Stolen
A thought wonders. A moment falls. A minute, an hour. Gone. I’m lost in time, thinking of you.