I’m half way there on Day 15 of National Poetry Writing Month… with 15 days left.
A special bonus for today, I began with a haiku and expanded on it.
southern breeze warms me
terra verte mourning doves
A southern breeze warms me,
while terra verte breaths so sweetly.
A mourning dove I cannot see
signals a squirrel saluting me,
but not at all discreetly.