Meetings blur past eyes
Goals stretch farther to Saturn
Do the scratchings count?
Tag: Haiku
Haiku: A Drop of Red
A flower of red
Soft warmth against my forearm
A life struggles on.
A Haiku: Achoo & God Bless You
A tiring day.
The Amber Eyes keeps whining.
To rest, is foreign.
A.R. Clayton 