haiku
#1
Clumsily painted
treetops hang crooked under
the blue of snowfall.
#2
Violent wind shaves the
withered leaves from their limbs. Soft
rain licks at their wounds.
#3
The fury of tides
swallows sand and beach. Darkness
creeps as lightning sinks.
Melissa Gentile
Tue 28th Feb 2017 18:10
Suki,
Neruda -- now I'm blushing lol. Thanks for the feedback ?
John,
Thank you for the kind words. It seems I strive for economical language, so I suppose haiku and I go hand-in-hand ? Thanks for the feedback!