For Ronovan’s weekly challenge.
mist creeps now
not summer haze
and sand
is what slipped
through our fingers
Haiku challenge: Haze & Sand
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For Ronovan’s weekly challenge.
mist creeps now
not summer haze
and sand
is what slipped
through our fingers
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Gorgeous, Jane.
Cheers 🙂
This is so evocative–and clever. I love the twist. 🙂
Thank you 🙂 I’m not sure how much of the cleverness I can take the credit for and how much was spontaneous poetry.
Oh, take the credit! 🙂
I take the credit for having a mind that throws up neat phrases inadvertently. Is that better ?
Well, ok. 😉
🙂
It did…it always does. (K)
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