A morning’s first breeze, when you step outside, door close…
Category Archive: Haiku
forget sleep, we are
the unending…
A brief breeze passes, moving the tips of your hair…
A dry desert field, burning in the summer sun…
Hands in the wet dirt, seeds in holes, waiting their turn…
A tree looked downward, to see the ground was long gone…
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…
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