haikuMire. (haiku) Drifting morning fog; rivulets gather and wash over broken trees. © Nancy Botta, 2019 Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Standard
Ah. The words are wonderful. They roll off the tongue – I love the use of rivulets. It doesn’t get taken out to dinner often enough! LikeLiked by 1 person January 19, 2019 at 9:53 am Reply
soft, sweet, soothing, solitary, private smile. LikeLiked by 1 person January 20, 2019 at 6:20 am Reply
You are so good at Haiku. I am just learning, myself, but I can see how you keep a lot of the form. LikeLiked by 1 person January 31, 2019 at 8:56 am Reply
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Beautiful and Haiku and photo 🙂
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Amazing!
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Ah. The words are wonderful. They roll off the tongue – I love the use of rivulets. It doesn’t get taken out to dinner often enough!
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soft, sweet, soothing, solitary, private smile.
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Beautiful 💕
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You are so good at Haiku. I am just learning, myself, but I can see how you keep a lot of the form.
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thank you!
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