2009/11/15 by Existential Poet
blustery nighttime - a household fully hunkered… no sounds but the wind
Posted in poetry | Tagged blustery, haiku, musings, night, poems, poetry, random, reflections, wind, writing | 2 Comments
Sometimes it has to be that way!
I like the picture I get in my mind when I think of the house fully hunkered!
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Sometimes it has to be that way!
I like the picture I get in my mind when I think of the house fully hunkered!