“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label conifer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conifer. Show all posts
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Drought & doubt (Haiku)
Greening of the grass-
fruitless as the conifer,
ripe for a reason.
Photo By Rosendahl [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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