few short hopes create
drop of rain follows soil
they work a person
red snow laminates
like an insect, it stands crisp
bread crafts like an ox
I, like an insect
loud particles cry from void
sly like a primate.
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