Second destruction:
Chainsaws echo night’s thunder,
The day after storm.
Surveying the Damage
*sigh*
I didn’t do it! It just fell off.
Good news: the intermittent rain & sunshine we’ve been getting helps the pasture stay healthy. Our maintenance methods are 99% organic.
Must write a haiku
For my “Journey and Quest” class.
It’s not going well.
This terse verse is huge--
I don’t know how to begin.
My words feel empty.
I read the Masters
Beauty, in words and meaning
Now I’m scared to try.
No cherry blossoms--
I should just write what I know.
What is before me.
Grey squirrels gather
Discarded crumbs from my lunch.
This park is dirty.
Walking in the sun
My friend and I laugh so loud
People turn and look.
Cambridge cooks in heat,
Packed with tourists and students.
I love this city.
Midterms stress me out.
I avoid writing papers
And play ‘Angry Birds.’
In the shade of trees
The grass is green, cool and deep.
Tired eyes find peace.
Fragrant jasmine tea:
Icy and sweet, from a straw.
Nice, on a hot day.
July moon steals sleep
I stroll beside the river.
Drunk boys stagger by.
I miss my small farm--
Horses leave rich summer grass
And run to greet me.
I remember, once
The dog came in from outside;
Coughed up a live frog.
I look at my phone
To find out that it’s raining--
I’m standing in it.
