soil
Day 1219, align.
Haiku, Poetry
Day 864, weeds.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When butterflies don’t fly.
Fading away, overwhelmed in lies.
Wings eager, restricted by weeds.
Cracked mud of the soil grades the time.
When butterflies couldn’t fly.
Day 843, dark flower.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
In darkened corners
growing in old fertile soil
a small flower longs.
Day 798, growing up.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Nochrisis 