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

winter picking2

frost on tips of cypress–

in the silence

i wait for the sun

It happens. It must be the season. Pickings get scarce. Hard to find a jornal, which is why this haiku is a rare treasure I ‘picked’ on a bus ride.

January 8, 2010 - Posted by | haiku, poetry | ,

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