Ever elusive,
relative in perception,
it waits for no one.
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 ...
1 comment:
I wrote a similar haiku about time:
if I found some time
I’d spend all of it wishing
that I had more time
It waits for no one, and we never have enough! Hugs!
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