Haiku
cloudburst...
the
smell of fresh garden soil
fills
the air
***
mountain
trail
nothing
but the taste
of
wild strawberries
***
weather
forecasts
one
cloud after another
waters
my garden
***
what
I kept from the autumn
a
punched leaf
stuck
on my shoe grippe
***
curves
in fog
before
me and after...
steep
ski slope
By Maya Daneva, The Netherlands
No comments:
Post a Comment