Sunday, October 16, 2011

some days are like a poem

some days are really like a poem,
often the random images rhyme
the sunshine becomes the moon's shine, it would seem

a few fallen leaves shinnig brightly, up at the limbs they once clung to

the more things change, the more they stay the same, a daydream
there is always that surprise, just when things look dark

so leave the door open, hold tight to the spark

haiku refection

    watery mirror ahead and behind all at once drifting thru all time