sunset flutes
tint the clouds here or wherever
she travels
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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem 758 day dreaming, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s Hank Williams –
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Coupled with the music, this haiku aches tremendously — beautifully done. Wow.
Hank is very ‘achy,’ that’s true. Fortunately, though, he’s not achy breaky – cos that would just be dreadful! =-O
Oh no … Gack!!
“Achy breaky” makes me shudder … And not in a good way either! 😛
Ah Hank Williams the favorite of my granddad … nice memories this haiku brings to me. Thank you!
You’re granddad had great taste, clearly. These songs are timeless 🙂