5 Comments

1. Sheri Edwards
   8 years ago Permalink // Reply

   lamb, one second old
   a quickbleat: “what? where am I?”
   on the wind: mama

2. TERRY ELLIOTT
   8 years ago Permalink // Reply

   Nice haiku.

3. Daniel Bassill
   8 years ago Permalink // Reply

   There are few who
   regularly see
   new life, as it enters
   the world.

   The farmer,
   the Doctor, or
   the Mid-Wife.

   Their appreciation for
   life must be unique;
   a closeness to eternity
   few others
   experience.

4. Terry Elliott
   8 years ago Permalink // Reply

   Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
   William Blake

5. Terry Elliott
   8 years ago Permalink // Reply

   So many poets