short day
slithering to
dark night. time keeps pushing
every one to sleep six feet
under.
does it matter to anyone?
if you stay napping in
the dirt? short day.
long night.
CANADIAN STORIES, Vol. 12, No. 67, 2009.
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...
