It’s raining, sleeting, snowing…a wintry mix in the classic genre. I went to a great meeting at noon and then to the local food store to return some Brussel sprouts. We had accidentally doubled up on our lists…No worries.
If I don’t post before the Big Day…Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Here are the haiku…
#98.
Rain sounds like popcorn
popping against my window.
Suddenly it stops.
#134.
It sounds like hard rain
beating down in that soft way
that soaks everything.
#160.
Windswept and aching,
sightless windows stare blindly
at winters prairie.
Johnnyboy