back to sleep,
dreaming of the same
small grape
dispersing fog-
a tiny tongue rings
the old bell
a butterfly
becomes the tree's
handkerchief
digging holes
in the sand, the crab
and i
spring rain
washing the dusty
olive tree
Published on:
Simply Haiku 10:1, Summer2012
Simply Haiku
beautiful
ReplyDeleteThanks for your first visit and first comment:))
ReplyDeleteSome nice haiku here. Thanks for commenting on my blog...
ReplyDeleteThanks for your visit and uplifting comment, Frank.
DeleteGet please a friendly LIKE, for your discreet humour !
ReplyDelete