Haiku
Haiku 37
Poetry
Walking with the dogs in the woods on a fine, early May morning, the woods full of spring wildflowers, including Jack-in-the-pulpits. I thought about Jack as a preacher looking out at his flock: a riot of botanical sex.
Walking with the dogs in the woods on a fine, early May morning, the woods full of spring wildflowers, including Jack-in-the-pulpits. I thought about Jack as a preacher looking out at his flock: a riot of botanical sex.