haiku - Jan. 22, 2026
- Gary Hunter
- Jan 22
- 1 min read
a winter’s flight south
Canadiens and their geese
honk with an accent
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I really enjoy how these poems capture everyday moments with such vivid imagery—it makes nature and simple interactions feel so meaningful. heartopia bug