Posted in Haiku
“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Charming,old school, flowers and
Pots, together they are stocked, in front
Of the windows and doors
An inviting arch way, a door
To the garden, to enjoy some time
With a cooling drink, away
From the scorching sun shine
Just for a moment, before time to
Hit the long road again