A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Gray Day

A patch of gray cloud
Trapped on the frosted pavement:
Dropped pigeon feather.

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4 Comments»

  Ronald Wohl wrote @

Interesting twist… caught me by surprise.

  Abigail Parker wrote @

That’s exactly what the best haiku achieve, so I really appreciate this comment! 🙂

  gospelwriter wrote @

Nice – I could see it…

  Abigail Parker wrote @

Thank you! I was at a loss for a subject as I walked to the bus stop and then – there was the feather, and there was the haiku!


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