wooden gweep bemuses
quarter staves empty chopsticks
mountain reads near me
bead drinks; turning leaves
ineffable gargoyles
hot like a peasant
If syllables count,
shouldn't we really be writing
in Japanese?
Reload this page for more haiku, or paint the mental picture
for thirty (30) minutes.
From here, you could zip over to
my main gweep page.
Cheers,
Joe Provo