Thank you, dear friends, for all your work , your grace, your eloquence and your love for haiku's. I had fun doing this; I'm glad I took up the responsibility, because it has given me the catalyst to write again, something I had given up on. Heres looking towards Winter!!
No shadow
No stars
No moon
No care
November
It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon
That’s the color of bone
November’s cold chain
Made of wet boots and rain
And shiny black ravens
On chimney smoke lanes
~Tom Waits~
~Tom Waits~
