poems hiking haiku August 20, 2017by heather anne naked toes trace mountain’s unique veining natural romance Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Some call it red 
Touch is one of my favourite senses, next to scent. This is lovely!
Mine too! Thank you xo
You are most welcome, heather! xo
nice. (And… just for fun, the first word could be “frigid…” LOL)
haha, only for the first few minutes! 😉
I crossed a waist deep glacier fed stream in Wyoming… afterwards, I chilled…
I felt cold just reading that…
Beautiful haiku my friend. 🙂
Love this:)
Thanks!
🙂