A nose knows
.
Where the red rose grows
The nose knows when the wind blows
Love blooms, then it goes
.
Fractured Haiku
by Eddie the Blue Heeler.🌹🐾
The nose
Month: June 2026
a rose
a rose
A Shakespeare sonnet (54), some Dorothy Parker (one perfect rose), a dash of Gertrude Stein (you know), a walk in the park (long, long ago).
a rose is a rose,
as it grows – it’s becoming
a love that is lost
Bashō no yōna, June 2026
matsuo-basho-haiku 