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.
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.
Sometimes the sweeping
ReplyDeleteminute hand, forgotten,
attains a goal, unseen.
Risa - Wow!
ReplyDeleteIt's much much too late
to respond with a haiku
half as beautiful.
Too late: a theme
ReplyDeletepoets love to try,
dreaming tall grass
heavy with wind.
:)