In our bedroom this piercing cold I feel,
My dead wife’s comb,
Beneath my heel.
Month: June 1999
Memories
Drifting like leaves,
Carried by swift mid-stream currents,
Fond memories.
In our bedroom this piercing cold I feel,
My dead wife’s comb,
Beneath my heel.
Drifting like leaves,
Carried by swift mid-stream currents,
Fond memories.
Haiku Journey 