“The Readiness Is All” Squirrels race hidden highways through the ‘spansive trees: readiness is all! Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... June 7, 2016June 7, 2016 by richwrapper Categories: Haiku, J Richards, Poem, PoetryTags: hidden highways, Race, through the trees
“Flex Those Wings!” Race yourself to sleep, but slow down your waking world: gnat in grandeur! Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn More Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... September 17, 2015 by richwrapper Categories: Haiku, PoetryTags: gnat, grandeur, Race, sleep, Slow, waking world