Posts tagged september sky
Haiku-a-day
A morning sky filled with loose clouds dramatically lit turning orange and gold.

The scent of wet earth
drifts into his sniffing nose,
us two, up early.

Haiku-a-day
A September sunrise with puffy mackerel clouds against bright blue sky.

I’m wrongly forlorn,
the wonderland we’ve been in
has never been lost.