Dark gray skies today. Mourning doves matched the color. A poets true realm.
Month: December 2020
Haiku 22
Trails were icy slick. The spies came in from the cold. I wish for palm trees.
Haiku 21
Merry Christmas all. Joyous yule logs burning bright. The elves are resting.
Haiku 20
Christmas Eve again. So different this time ‘round. Zoom is not “down home”.
Haiku 19
A hard cold wind blew down from frigid mountain snow. Now days grow longer.