Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Tastes of...

Snow melts on my lips
tastes of northern lights, night sky,
imponderables.

2 comments:

_Soulless_ said...

I've been enjoying these haiku pieces of yours for some time now (and I still let out a hearty chuckle whenever I reread the one about the squirrel's "bushy umbrella").

Waiting for more. ^_^ Cheers.

coyote said...

Cheers, souless; I'll do my best to oblige...