Tag Archives: Haiku
Consciousness, a gift of accelerating time, provides no answers.
Dog butt precedes me, dappled sunlight up the path into this morning. (wetcanvas.com)
Tea sips hot and sweet. Savoring closes my eyes. The Asian black loves. (top: webmd.com; bottom: filipek.genfolio.com)
Social media: a flypaper walk all day. Such is selling books. (from fredcavazza.net)
Feeding frenzied chickadees; suet hard and cold; ambrosia warms small wings. My favorite little guys: