the way day-old leaves prepare for flight
Tag: oaks
I dreamed the angel of death was a bland functionary
who kept giving me forms to fill out.
sprouting acorns
haiku: “sprouting acorns / the No Hunting sign / nearly blank with age”
photos and micropoetry
the way day-old leaves prepare for flight
who kept giving me forms to fill out.
haiku: “sprouting acorns / the No Hunting sign / nearly blank with age”