Oh, to sit on the shore
of an island in the sky
fishing for nothing but sunshine.
To feel the cloud's kiss
as the breeze rolls him by
and the slight tug of light on the line.
Written for Monday Musings: June 2, 2014 - Image Prompt
Haiku [untitled]
Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
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Today's color: White GISH Starchy shrapnel covers the cutting board-- evidence of a warped mind driven to carve a couch ...
2 comments:
I love the picture this paints in my mind!
Glad you liked it Eva! :)
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