Happinot?
Some people wake up
Feeling on top of the world
I’m not one of them
Okay, okay . . . I’ll be more positive
Pink sky in morning
The sun speaks in hopeful tongues
I become its song
Happinot?
Some people wake up
Feeling on top of the world
I’m not one of them
Okay, okay . . . I’ll be more positive
Pink sky in morning
The sun speaks in hopeful tongues
I become its song
I write poetry and fiction; create doodle art; do genealogical research; take photographs of the world around me; think about odd things; hike the red rocks; and obsess on food.
November 7, 2014 at 6:15 am
Good Morning, Poet! Two Haiku and an Aside with coffee, please…