A Haiku Ill-Fit for the Season 3 Comments / Writing / By Brenda Barron Autumn time dreams shake loose oak leaves—a pretty death to hide the nightmares.
Milo James Fowler July 26, 2011 at 3:29 pm Very nice, particularly “a pretty death” — I’ve never thought of that reality in words before. Loading... Reply
I like this very much.
Very nice, particularly “a pretty death” — I’ve never thought of that reality in words before.
Thank you both 🙂