sweet, cool breeze lifts my face
snowman on dry grass.
Green leaf browns and curls
surely summer is now gone
dry wind rustles trees.
I’ve been busy putting together a series of posts on discernment because I’ve been made very aware lately of Satan’s full-on assault and how he’s attempting to sway Christians without their knowing. It’s my desire to keep the Body of Christ intact.
In the meantime … thanks for allowing me to sneak a haiku in now and again.
Cool humid morning
First hint of fall in the South
Joy comes to heat weary.
Sometimes when I’m having writer’s block I start spilling out thoughts in Haiku (a syllabic style of poetry with only three lines 5-7-5). I don’t know why it works (for me) except that it forces me to focus.