Adjusting to life's changes with hope… through poetry, haiku, and commentary

A Writer’s Tale in Four Haiku


a writer travels
without leaving their desk from
there to anywhere

I wrote myself back
to nineteen fifty-five where
summer spoke to me

I could see my breath
I could hear the laughter of
play in the morning

the morning air in
the Berkshires beckons me still
the page pulled me back

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