Haiku

(My best friend and I have realised something. My Haikus are starting to represent a form of twitter. Limited syllables and random thoughts".)

Around two o’clock

we though of the old abbey

and dropped everything-

Yet More August Haikus! 11.08.2013

If I could listen

to the ghosts within the mist…

I might just go mad.

 

My wardrobe divide

does not account for seasons.

Cold? Just grin and bare.