legacy
clear spring night: the train– the sound that draws us to ask: where are we going?
clear spring night: the train– the sound that draws us to ask: where are we going?
spring: my faultless friends have spiders in the corners of their model home.
on the way to church, spring is a roadkill deer, and all of these questions
some haiku purists think spring is in the eyes, while some prefer the tongue
the breeze is not quite strong enough to tip the leaf into the swift creek.