Wind rustles fallen leaves;
Frosted air promising snow.
Darkness comes early.
Well, I was one over on line one and one less on line three so I figure I came out even:)
Trying my hand again, so here goes…
The scent of roses hides
Shadows cold under the dark sky
Soft baby warm light.
Line whirling through sky
As sunlight reflects bright scales.
Fish drowning in air.
This week’s photo provided by Jade Wong.
Another foray into the attempt at haiku. Or, just a three-line poem if that doesn’t work!
Smuggled among glitter
grass, topsy-turvy puzzle.
A paper white bat.
Sand, whirling, curling.
Hot sun, bitter cold, cities of bone.
Found by shifting winds.