Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Pattern

Rain squeezed in cold form
slides down heights of stone and steel.
Bright rays bend hues true.



(Today's haiku was written by my dad. My dad appears courtesy of Interscope Records.)

1 comment:

Craig . Kate . Xavier said...

Very good! Now we know where Steve gets his talent. I was hoping for an introspective on turning the big 3-0.