glad something appealed. It has been horribly cold here and the other day i saw a squirrel running through the pines .. and it thought why are you even up??
No seasonal reference? My thoughts were i can only go by where i live and here, flower baskets really only arrive in summer. I did have colour in the second line, but chose to reject it because concrete, brick and glass are very devoid of life ...
I count 5: in = 1 white = 1 and battalions is 3 ( bat-tal-ions )
Thanks for reading and for your excellent comments. They are much appreciated!
These little tiny poems, haiku and tanka are my undoing i struggle with them very much. i read them by others and love them. Maybe they are just not my thing. The ones i read are beautiful and zen-like. Mine feel thick and brutish in comparison.
My world hasn't been and isn't one of pretty stacked rocks or pretty butterflies on slim stems. Mine is concrete and glass, wind and rain, traffic and honking horns...with a little green thrown in. And over the last two years they cut down many trees
no.. that isn't .. but it seems i am supposed to feel that way about my job and other crap i do not want to do. and i don't feel that way. anyway i should be going to get ready for work... see you later.
Um .. not so sure about this one, in this weather..
i know i am sad but i can't think of much that would make me want to jump outta bed...except to look after Michael.
Thank you very much. I agree, Phil would have had to tie Tait up in the basement to stop it happening. I wonder what would have happened if Phil had told Tait how he feels ... thanks again for reading and your comments!