i love the smell of green,
the pine trees in the crisp air.
or the fresh cut grass
rich and earthy.
i love the smell of blue,
the rain on its way.
or the ocean in the morning.
breathing colors in and out,
fresh and alive.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
What warm weather brings:
a mocha-colored river littered
with raw trees older than my grandpa,
floating between bruised banks
to the others, who wait in a jam
at Azwell Dam.
with raw trees older than my grandpa,
floating between bruised banks
to the others, who wait in a jam
at Azwell Dam.
Haiku about Haiku
simple in its form
5,7,5 in three lines
short and sweet to write
normally nature
you know, frogs, trees, sky, rain, birds
an observation
5,7,5 in three lines
short and sweet to write
normally nature
you know, frogs, trees, sky, rain, birds
an observation
Haiku or two? To plural or not.
I like to Haiku.
It makes me think about words,
just the perfect ones.
Sometimes when I'm blocked
I need a storm in my brain
so I write Haiku
It makes me think about words,
just the perfect ones.
Sometimes when I'm blocked
I need a storm in my brain
so I write Haiku