Sunday, June 05, 2016

A Fart in the Wind

Nine years of blogging
are like a fart in the wind.
What are four days more?


  1. Nine years for me too
    gathering friends like flowers
    blowing in the wind.

  2. Time flies like poppy seeds in the wind.
    Friends come and sometimes fly like poppy seeds in the wind.
    The seeds of those friends remain forever.
    (my words are not a Haiku poem, but given a little time I could work them into one).