Haiku (XI)
The silk of her sleeve,
as she lays aside her brush,
falls about her wrist.
Haiku (XII)
Asleep, he nods once.
His book, cradled in his arm,
forgotten, falls closed.
June 21, 2008 by Magdalen
Haiku (XI)
The silk of her sleeve,
as she lays aside her brush,
falls about her wrist.
Haiku (XII)
Asleep, he nods once.
His book, cradled in his arm,
forgotten, falls closed.