taking off from the rooftop of a sandwich shop
and into the hair-swirling wind,
a hawk one blink,
and on the next:
a sun-washed tattered winged-newspaper
scraping the bottom of low stagnant clouds,
scraping away my grumpiness
(Written for 9/04/2011)
Snow Crystals Haiku
1 hour ago
Really like this.
ReplyDeleteLove the layout and the imagery, particulary...well the whole thing.
Great work.