mining past posts

its was almost warm, the sky a blue with promise and the trees were covered with the faintest trace of green.

I wanted it to be an haiku - and I hope that it will be.

the haiku I caught was a much darker butterfly.

thank you to haiku thief for raising the idea of alternate realities

******phone, cock both hands full
talk, love, of a distant world
don't wake the sleeper