And Jazz Was in the Air Somewhere
a haiku about a cozy, rainy day
By R.C. TaylorPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Amin Hasani on Unsplash
coffee aroma
watched rain paint Friday mornings
with watercolors
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
Follow along for stories about a little bit of everything (i.e. nostalgia and other affairs of the heart).
Keep reading
More stories from R.C. Taylor and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.