rain patters on tin
footsteps are muffled
I find this haiku posted over at One Writer Ranting to be strangle soothing as I try to slip back into my own daily writing routine.
at the forest’s edgetense tawny legs, large eyessilent and still
the midnight air whispers
nightly drafts nip me I want to be warm again at peace in the dark
faint shapes and shadows the world is a watermark becoming a stain
the morning shimmer holding the world silent, still in its ghostly grip