Haiku Tuna

Tiny expressions of my soul.

Wind

Tempestuous blast
By the heathland, red dust whirls
Grit between my teeth
Authored by Haiku Tuna at Monday, March 02, 2009
Labels: Monday Poetry Train Revisited

2 comments:

Kate said...

Through wintertime
That same wind hits Wyoming
And snow is sideways.

March 2, 2009 at 1:43 PM
SweetTalkingGuy.. said...

I can almost taste that red dust!

March 2, 2009 at 5:51 PM

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