cronechronicler

Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Haiku: Summer Sounds

Clanging scraping trucks
Patching potholes of winter
Birds chirp in the trees

Raindrops pelt window
Promise rich growth of plant life
A Zen kind of day

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Haiku: Medium as Message

Window pane raindrops
Exclamation points slant-wise
Forecast the weather

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