more play with relational haiku
A newly ripe peach, firm to hold, soft to touch. May a seed, June a crush.
Read MorePosted by Nathaniel Norton | Jul 3, 2013 | Poetry, writings
A newly ripe peach, firm to hold, soft to touch. May a seed, June a crush.
Read MorePosted by Nathaniel Norton | Jul 3, 2013 | Poetry, writings
The tree brisks fire of red and green. The first warm air in spring.
Read MorePosted by Nathaniel Norton | Jul 3, 2013 | Poetry, writings
Summer wind. And sand that pricks like guilt. Slush that melts and mucks your gully.
Read MorePosted by Nathaniel Norton | Jul 2, 2013 | Poetry, writings
A leaf will wither But if it knew, would spring Bring so bright a hue?
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