Through the frosted glass,
a feathered friend is calling…
Category Archive: Haiku
Wake up earlier,
go to sleep at the right time…
The smell of warm dust,
at the edge of the new grass…
Remember
when I was the sunshine kid…
I don’t need anyone else…
A bird shuffles by,
feathers on a high up branch…
Wave foam on a beach,
Grass blown over in a field…
like the squid,
I process the world…
Shining but askew,
reflections on every wall…
If sky is demon,
stay inside….
