The first poem I ever felt at all proud of was the haiku I wrote in grade school. I liked it so much I used it every time a teacher required we write a haiku, possibly through college:
Flowers bloom, then wilt
Snow falls down and melts away
Life begins and ends
4 thoughts on “213/365 Recycled Haiku”
Lovely. And add to that phrase your ingenuity in recycling it regularly.
I’m not sure how “phrase” got in there. Ho hum.
I wonder when you will next get to use it.