dripping icicles
a red-headed flicker
beats a tattoo
ice melting
a new rhythm
in my movements
A Hundred Gourds
Unpublished
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Haibun
CHRISTMAS EVE The Feast of the Seven Fishes. My mother serves baccala (salt cod with tomatoes),lemon sole. and fried smelts. These are ...
6 comments:
Rhythm, indeed! Well done.
Thanks, Bill. Glad you stopped by.
Adelaide
We all count our "drops", so well seen as written Adelaide. _m
Icicle tears; this count within time's tempo; an earth clock.
Thank you, Doug. The clock is ticking closer to spring. . . Yeah!
adelaide
Haha, I just came indoors all excited because I saw robins.
I've noticed that the daffodil spikes are spiking through the dirt. Yeah spring!
adelaide
Post a Comment