“Sustenance”
Dust becomes pollen
Sustenance for the next breath
Spread over her womb
Steve D
Dust becomes pollen
Sustenance for the next breath
Spread over her womb
Steve D
Wind comes in whispers,
Carrying her thoughts to me.
Still, I hear little.
Steve D
Editor’s Note: I’m turning Haiku Wednesday into Haiku Sunday… in case you couldn’t tell.
Gazing quietly,
Hearing our ambient sound,
Our souls resonant.
Steve D
Editor’s note: Is Haiku Wednesday a thing? We might have to make this a thing.