Late Night Haiku VIII

By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 4:58 AM

A cricket chirps soft,
The wind blows slowly forward,
Summer almost past.

A lonely feeling,
Wishing to hear your voice now,
Instead, cicadas.

Sleep conquers my eyes,
I shall drift off again soon,
Morning comes quickly.

Re: Late Night Haiku VIII
One more page to go And the chapter will be read. Then I go swimming.
Posted by kevin - Aug 05, 2005 | 5:33 PM

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