
With our eyes still closed
I feel you whisper to me
Good Sunday morning
Tag Archives: Morning
Bandy: A Haiku
The cool Country eve
Hopes to get a leg up on
The hot Urban morn’
What Rain: A Haiku
Early Poets
We’ve loved since last time
Before we were born this time
I wrote on your skin
I wondered and then
You touched my left eyebrow arch
While you moved magic
When you approach me
Be a poor storyteller
Speaking crazy tales






