Haiku
Walking and Grieving
In liminal blue a feathered smoke trail lingers
By Stephanie Gingerabout a year ago in Poets
Contrails
I saw the contrails Iridescence in sunlight Ice crystals in flight
By Debbi Lonmonabout a year ago in Poets
Time Diffused
Crone looks at her face reflected in a still lake, moon aura, soft lines. * * * * * Thank you for spending a moment with my words. If you like the way I play with letters from the alphabet, I would be honoured to have you as my guest, on my profile, where you can read whatever takes your fancy. If you’d like to read more haiku, they’re all here:
By Teresa Rentonabout a year ago in Poets
