Less of a Haiku
and more of a free-flowing poem
that doesn’t have to be ruled by rules,
the poem smiling, wandered aimlessly,
stopping to look at new shoots,
faintly breathing in their freshness,
admiring their tenacity
to pop up so soon.
No plans for the day,
come what may,
the poem was at peace in the world.
Graeme Sandford 