haiku
In bed at long last,but sleep will not find me, Ilie awake and sigh.
quiet neighborhoodincense in the air todayan elder passes
Great Oneness Spirits
Nature’s gifts torn asunder
Spirits sigh in grief
two fuji apples fall on the cobblestone floor alas, they’re rotten
Thanks to Sherry Kappel’s poetry prompt, Haiku This! Sigh ❤