Haiku Friday

This haiku is from my friend Ellie. She sends haiku to me with stories of her cats, invitations and reviews of books that someday I'd like to read.

Fragile minute hand
tinier than a needle
pushes me along.

3 comments:

risa said...

Sometimes the sweeping
minute hand, forgotten,
attains a goal, unseen.

Kale for Sale said...

Risa - Wow!

It's much much too late
to respond with a haiku
half as beautiful.

risa said...

Too late: a theme
poets love to try,
dreaming tall grass
heavy with wind.

:)