So small it is, what gathers in this empty round of clay
As the rain takes over the air, glistens in grass below.
Yet so real, that small enlarging circle of grief.
So small it is, what gathers in this empty round of clay
As the rain takes over the air, glistens in grass below.
Yet so real, that small enlarging circle of grief.
Love the haiku quality of this, Jeff! Beautiful and poignant.
Thanks Lynne.
I love the way you repeat the word “small” and give it greater weight the second time.