Poem Haiku Comments

this is too good, simple and sweet and true of course.... keep it up. Please read my poem called A NEW MEANING....

These poems don't amount to much, just some words thrown together at random. And still to me there's something good in making them, it's as if I have in them for a little while a house. I think of playhouses made of branches we built when we were children: to crawl into them, sit listening to the rain, in a wild place alone, feel the drops of rain on your nose and in your hair— or snowhouses at Christmas, crawl in and close it after with a sack, light a candle, be there through the long chill evenings.