Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Infestation

the dust of our years
a bittersweet infestation
of lingering love


This week's Haiku Bones Prompt: Infestation.

4 comments:

sandy, from fourwinds said...

Lovely!

TACParent said...

This creates such a vivid image -- I think many people can identify though their specific images might be somewhat different. It's a great poem when it crosses into a field where it can "work" for many and illicit different visions.

Lisa at Greenbow said...

I go kicking around in the dust from time to time. This haiku resonates in me.

Stan Ski said...

Age, like dust, becomes insignificant as long as love lingers.