I haven’t written a poem in ages. Last week, I was outside and observed nature change right before my eyes. There’s a haiku below.
Green leaves turn yellow.
Leaves fall and float one by one.
Bare by the weekend.
A space to read and write … and now make!
I haven’t written a poem in ages. Last week, I was outside and observed nature change right before my eyes. There’s a haiku below.
Green leaves turn yellow.
Leaves fall and float one by one.
Bare by the weekend.