Migration

Vanilla
Bittersweet and November on the way
Trauma
A taste of it still on the tongue
Stand
Screaming in silence ’til Spring

Please April: A Haiku

I waive my white flag
To you my fair, checkered past
My if-only life

Posted on May 7, 2015 by Lisa Rosier

Since your eyes see sound
And my eyes discuss details
Did our eyes shake hands

Photo Model: mountain family dog