Tuesday September 25, 2018

In the overgrown garden, two soapwort flowers drip with rain. The small book of haiku I’m reading is perfect for swatting mosquitoes.


  1. I smell, breathe and touch haiku in all your daily posts. So good to know you are a haiku artist of nature, And so good to have you back in PA so I can look out my window to try to see what you see, which I can’t when you are in the row house garden across the wide Atlantic.

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