lost in the redwoods
breathing crisp morning air
pine trees
anchor my soul
.
(revised from post 101416 at my lostinredwoods WordPress site)
lost in the redwoods
breathing crisp morning air
pine trees
anchor my soul
.
(revised from post 101416 at my lostinredwoods WordPress site)
.
(writing as Matsuo Basho)
that
burnished golden reds
a single autumn leaf
.