Born of wood, I became paper
steel keys imprinting ink upon my skin
signed with ink, and read for a while
folded over once, enveloped, posted
I come with no expectations
The reader was wise and opened my folds
Briefly, my words capture his gaze
Binned with used paper, I am no more: PULP
Tag: paper
Haiku: Reflex
The old-growth forest
disappearing from this land
for reflex paper
Haiku: Memories
Sorting through letters
once trees, the paper holds our
distant memories
4 Haikus: Between Spring and Summer
A breath of autumn.
Summer, Springtime, and Autumn;
Seasons in one day.
Gooseflesh on my skin
Beside my open window
Autumn in Summer
Pen to my paper
Writing words on many trees
Nature closing in
Perfume from outside
No flowers blooming in sight
A whiff of nature
C & K 