bathed in moonlight
I wash in
each scent you left behind
baptized in them
I become born-again
a poet speaking in tongues
Sketchbook, Vol. 5, No. 1
A Room of My Own: Hum of Summer Clouds Haiku
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rippling sunshine
a hum of summer clouds
in the mountain stream
FYI: It might be interesting to do a comparison reading of my haiku below:
the sky dapple...
