Friday, July 27, 2012

Haiku of the day

Red, the summer sun,
falls across the waves at dusk
while I await you.


Heatwave is still going. I am the poet Pope's center of the compass as Linda roams.

4 comments:

GirlWithTheCane said...

Thinking of you.

Much love,

Sarah

Neil said...

Likewise; I think of you every time I bicycle or sling a bag over my shoulder, for I have your Gotta Fly bracelet in plain sight on both items. You are with me constantly.

Love and zen hugs,
Neil

Linda McClung said...

Man, I wish it would get cooler for you.

Nancy said...

There's a fabulous John Donne poem about a compass, too! I'll think of you the next time I teach it to my students. :)