Ode to Being. Arise good folk that fortune passed who toil on now in gravid fields to reap the grain and end the fast with course, fine grist milled so it yields a gift of golden rising bread, laid on the Master’s table spread. Their bellies called like howling hounds baying for hunting at the…
Day: September 26, 2020
Morning Haiku – 76
Tiny mouser set Deep beneath dense brambles Poised for protection.