The heavens are home /
to night’s turns of phrase and stars: /
love, mass, and light squared.
The heavens are home /
to night’s turns of phrase and stars: /
love, mass, and light squared.
The weeds are at home /
nestled in the greening grass. /
Motley blooms my yard.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Tagged as haiku, home, motley, poem, poetry, Thursday, weeds, yard