Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Tag: animals

8.4.18 dream haiku

Things are less
black and white when we learn
to speak orca.

10.23.16 dream haiku

All the pipes burst
when salmon swim upstairs
to the baby’s room.

dream haiku 8.21.16

Without my glasses
in the moonlight, your old, frail
self looks kitten-like.

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