unwound crochet threads-

bright and helplessly tangled

in the  sewing  box

 early morning –

a swift darts in and out

of tree canopy

 pink flower, blue sky

 radiant smile lighting the room – –

little girl artist

barely covering

his small tanned hand on the mouse

little boy artist

 

 

wandering half-moon

halfway across the night sky

a tugging longing

the ocean beckons,

sometimes whispering secrets

in her restlessness

 

moonlit night– 

time when lonely people

get lonelier

finally, i can

justify why I call my blog

haiku & sketches 

 

she smiles with her eyes

more than she does with her lips –

exactly like you

tiny wild flowers

I looked at them for so long…

but they have to go