Winds here are gusting near 20 miles per hour. Sometime during the night a door to one of our outdoor storage cupboards broke away to take flying lessons, then falling lessons. The daffodils bow their heads against the rain and gab among themselves, petals and cup crashing in conflict.
©2012 by Sandra Davidson
Traditional Haiku—Monday, March 31, 2009
Who is it we are?
Just seeds among growing change
in the wind and rain.
©2009 by Sandra Davidson
A Layering of Perception 