home again.
same house, same rooms, same old dog
curled around my feet.
Haiku 20110813
thin squaw valley air.
hard to breathe, still I want to
breathe it forever.
Haiku 20110812
high sierra moon
turns the high patches of snow
into white silver
home again.
same house, same rooms, same old dog
curled around my feet.
thin squaw valley air.
hard to breathe, still I want to
breathe it forever.
high sierra moon
turns the high patches of snow
into white silver
