Summer haiku
Here are a pair of haiku I wrote two springs ago.
The last cherry tree
of the season stands alone.
The sun warms us both.
Walking up the hill
The soft serve cone in my hand
slowly starts to melt.
Here are a pair of haiku I wrote two springs ago.
The last cherry tree
of the season stands alone.
The sun warms us both.
Walking up the hill
The soft serve cone in my hand
slowly starts to melt.