UNderground UNplugg'd
by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed — Read all 584 poems by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed
Thank God that man can't control everything.
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
herald the season's
Embrace of twinkle-fresh dew. . .
sun warms frigid breath.
each prism droplet
Conforms to the maze. . .
grips ivy border;
a.m. moistness pleads
"Sip nature's brisk brew"
introvert crickets hiding
deep in limestone morphs. . .
Stately mummies lay,
midday:fizzled:quench'd.
© 2004 by cynth'ya lewis reed
GORGEOUS haiku and pic! very well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
A delightful Spring read.
Dan S.