Friday, April 20, 2012

April Wheat Haiku

Restless April wheat 
Tosses  its thin blond tresses
In the furious wind

Stretches and surrounds,
Like curious, creeping carpet,
Crowding the village
Behold the castle!
Silent, swaying heads affirm
Their destination


Carina said...

I miss the wheat.

oldegg said...

I am sure the castle will be glad to receive them so long as they are not genetically modified.

aftergrace said...

Beautiful! You live in such a grand place. I can almost hear the wheat rustling in wind.

Teri said...

Very nice! Thanks --