jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

winter picking

 

abandoned nests

snag clear lines of bare trees–

the pain of leaving

A picking that has eased the bareness of winter–that’s my jornal from this haiku.

December 23, 2009 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , | 2 Comments