“Burn the witch!” the townspeople cried, save one. It would be his job to cut the huge pile of wood, and his back already hurt.
Tag: wood
haiku 140
season’s first
wood-gathering —
sore backs all around
“Burn the witch!” the townspeople cried, save one. It would be his job to cut the huge pile of wood, and his back already hurt.
season’s first
wood-gathering —
sore backs all around