Write two haiku about something that is: fleeting.
Had a much too short visit from a high school friend and her family this afternoon. Great to catch up and show her around the farm, just wish they'd been able to stay a bit longer. Or that we'd been less busy with produce boxes.
Ah well, maybe next time.
What is here today
may be gone tomorrow; may
we treasure it now.
* * *
breeze brings me hints of lilac...
now death's stench returns.