- Gary Hunter
haiku - Dec. 2, 2021
a perfect night’s sleep
the smile that slips in your bed
awakens at dawn
a perfect night’s sleep
the smile that slips in your bed
awakens at dawn
when a plant is happy there’s a bright green face that looks up at the sun Me? I smile at that sun too but more often in the direction of the one that shines inside me
Thanksgiving again the time for bloated bellies to test their flexibility family and friends to gather and serve up gratitude for another year of each other but saving the best for dessert to
that sliver of untrimmed trees and bloated bushes splitting the Johnson and Mistretta yards it held a path generations of little feet had worn when I entered it one day my favorite tunnel of green and