Dave Bonta in built environment, haiku, valley December 11, 2011December 28, 2016 10 Words old railroad trestle shoes dangle by their laces where we used to climb
Nothing – But the forest The white snowy forest The snow that hugs The trees that wait They can tell you what happened Reply
shoes dangle by their lacesshoes dangle by their laces
Gorgeous. Such a web of branches to catch, too, or ensnare.
Nothing –
But the forest
The white snowy forest
The snow that hugs
The trees that wait
They can tell you what happened