Jul 22, 2017 · 1 min read
Haiku
Wait for the flower…
There it’s done!
Unfurling unseen.
Rains lash at glass panes
scribbling pattern of tears
nature’s sorry stains
Concrete mixer grinds
rocks, stones, pebbles into paste
empty windows stare
How warm aroma
of breakfast on pan drifts in
past nostrils’ cool gates