A tree looked downward, to see the ground was long gone…
Category Archive: Haiku
A small bird stands up, the nest falls up and away…
soft fur
brushes against
stubble of my legs
Quiet moments late, winds falling still after rain…
A breeze moving leaves, the warmth of the rising sun…
A small candle under,
a firework’s waiting fuses…
A small bird flutters,
down to a loose string on the ground…
Was today Wednesday….
Through the frosted glass,
a feathered friend is calling…
Wake up earlier,
go to sleep at the right time…
