well-folded laundry
stacked high on the armchair
– reminders you’re gone.
It’s been a while since I’ve shared a haiku, but thought I’d share this one. I’d love to read any comments you may have.
A Haiku
shortform poetry
T’was A Violet Sky
And the clouds crumbled to feathers
silent and graceful as gliding swans.
This short poem was in response to a TopTweetTuesday prompt.
