Nature daubs gray rain
On the canvas of the day.
I view it dryly.
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Chronicling Each Day Through Haiku
©2007-08 Reece Carson
What is "Life in 17 Syllables"?
Taken one at a time, it’s a bit of what I bought with my 24 hours. Taken as a whole, it’s a tapestry of feelings, observations, and experiences woven from the cloth of my life. Join me in the journey.
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- Seattle, Washington, United States
- As a writer, I try to capture life's moments and release them as stories.
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2 comments:
Hi from British Columbia, Canada I am visiting from BlogRush.
That post fits many of my days. I have a solarium and I like to sit out there in a storm and watch the sky and lightening while I am dry inside.
Drop over sometime. Maybe you could write something about snow. We seem to get an awful lot of that.
Okay, that one was beautiful, and you nailed the twist on the last line. Fantastic.
-Rod H
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