leaves touch pavement
starry skies of summer end
please don't go
grey skies hang
my loneliness seems more visceral
where's my smokes?
plume of smoke
burning leaves smell blows past
cold misty hands
remembering back then
kissing her in the rain
change is hard
fall then winter
seems like things die slowly
beds get cold
this old sweater
good for drinking big pints
cherry pipe tobacco
life the search
art is the universal religion
birth through knowledge
lost at sea
"great writers steer you home"
bloggers remind me
3 comments:
Bashing like Basho!
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These haikus drive right through the heart. Thoughtful, raw. Compelling as always.
I'm gettin' my pint-drinking sweater out of the mothballs -- October 1 the Information will finally be slain
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