July returns about the same time every year
the woman who lives next door walks her dogs
barefoot in the North Carolina grass
(For this week’s Living Poetry Prompt, an American Haiku since I blew through the Japanese style syllable limit.)
July returns about the same time every year
the woman who lives next door walks her dogs
barefoot in the North Carolina grass
(For this week’s Living Poetry Prompt, an American Haiku since I blew through the Japanese style syllable limit.)