Haiku’s will thread their way like ivy spreading o’er the day…
but sometimes sonnets will alight at night.
Marie Marshall posted this haiku this morning on her blog, kvenna ráð;
One does not simply
Get up and write a haiku
Every bloody day.
Which I loved, and responded to her in kind with this:
Bloody right, my dear!
But times then wait ’til night, ere
sonnets will appear.
LOL Randy and Shakespeare one in the same. 😉
A randy Will with quill in hand