Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
A pall of melancholy hangs in the air for Spring’s quick death came all too soon with the birth of the sun’s fervid glare and the waning of the lush pink moon.
It is warm and breezy on my afternoon walk. The wind blows my hair off my neck where my sweat is collecting. I hear the tap,tap,tap of a red-headed woodpecker high up in a palm tree, determined to find a tasty insect. Mockingbirds flit… Continue Reading “Haibun: Spring’s Demise”
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