local snow buries
cups of tea order shovels
it berate the pen
pin crafts; skunk strikes work
plate of caffiene as my air
loud, peasants kill wine.
the Web sobs from past
six bury fear near nausea
they seep one garden
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