Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Glimpses of hope

A faint glimpse of hope,
to listen to your stories,
as coffee grows cold.
Morning comes by,
the last caresses of dawn,
wrapped up in your arms.

Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #109-Hope&Up


Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.