April 14, 2018April 14, 2018 Haiku still beneath the leaves a layer of frost home to see my mother – pelicans settle on the river a junco track on the melting snow – the sound of my father’s voice Published by Steve Peterson I teach fifth grade in Iowa. View all posts by Steve Peterson
shades of brown
an undercurrent of cold
memories fade
Yes. Yes. These are so true. All of them together.