738 Geese waddle the quad Black feet ignoring the snow Too light for footprints Advertisements Share:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
737 Gold-plated angel Stands on the Mormon temple Trumpet pointed east Share:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
736 Haiku in my head It hurts here and here and here Pointless physician Share:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
735 Haiku on a magazine Word half scraped on the cover The pen to my tongue Share:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
734 Circle of poets Questions of difficulty A sweater like mine Share:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
733 Book in my pocket Sun shines through a church steeple The shadow of bells Share:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
732 No skyline today What looks like fog but is mist Clouding the windows Share:Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
