I love you
on the tip of my tongue
spring drizzle
fleeting summer dream
between the spoken
and unspoken
my first taste
of make-up sex
crimson leaves
thundersnow
rumbling in the distance
her parting words
NeverEnding Story, September 19, 2014
A Room of My Own: Oriole Song Haiku
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hiking alone
I'm lost except for
oriole song
FYI: This is a sequel to my haiku below:
the scent
of dappled sunlight
redwood hike
*Autumn Moon Haiku Jour...
