Count me amongst the ranks of the strange if you must, but things have turned unusual for 2010 already at Turnup Towers. Are we situated on the outskirts of Vladivostock or up in the Urals or in even in deepest Transylvania, the mention of which reminds me of someone you’d like to meet who reminds you of yet another person?
No, we’re in other climes, other regions altogether, but we share the snow. A haiku arrived, as follows.
Coral bark; thick snow,
The garden quiet beyond;
There is no message.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment