Where has my muse gone?
In the climate of the times,
she’s departed for other climes!
tumult
Murder most loud!
And, so they gather,
Crows from North, East, West, to roost,
Autumn night ruckus.
Where has my muse gone?
In the climate of the times,
she’s departed for other climes!
And, so they gather,
Crows from North, East, West, to roost,
Autumn night ruckus.
Haiku Journey 