no sheets, no clothes, pure comfort
peace made with nature
carefree, time is lost
humidity sticks to me
sitting silently
spray of the water
sitting, thinking, listening
rocks warmed by the sun
mittens warm cold hands
gliding down glistening hills
red cheeks stuck smiling
colors mix and melt
drifting leaves in the breeze fall
wind tickles my nose
1 comment:
I like your haiku's a lot.
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