Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
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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