Hands reaching a breeze
Instead brush the tender scar
Instead brush the tender scar
Deer chew cuds, eyes closed.
In hommage to the fawns I've yet to see on the walking trail. . .and my first attempt at Haiku. I'm stepping out on a limb here but will keep working at it. Likewise, this hydrangea reminded me that I'm always in transition some way or another.
Happy Monday, my bloggy friends!
4 comments:
Im not one to judge Haiku, but the photo was great!
You did great .. I just cant seem to get the rhythm .. its the math thing.. I know .. simple but I am truly dim
To You too sweetie! Beautiful photo!!hughugs
I'm not the worlds biggest fan of Haiku... I know I like your words.. and the picture is very nice.... I have not seen a mixed colour like this before..
Tom
My posts at the moment show: Sam the Roofer and a Moorland Picture and Poem
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