The tree branches are gnarled fingers,
reaching
clawing for the moon
As the wolf sings and the winds howl,
they sway
lonely, thinking of doors
Doors that they search for, so they can
open it,
and bask in Spring
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 6:04 PM UTC
The tree branches are gnarled fingers,
reaching
clawing for the moon
As the wolf sings and the winds howl,
they sway
lonely, thinking of doors
Doors that they search for, so they can
open it,
and bask in Spring
Another Sijo for the night.
Just been staring out of my window into the night and wrote down what I saw.
I'm just experimenting with the layout too! ^-^
Hope you enjoy it! ^-^
Got a long day ahead tomorrow!
Thanks everyone.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
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