The rain just keeps falling here in Misawa.

The rain just keeps falling here in Misawa.
I love the sound of a distant train whistle.
Skipping Mother’s Day
I wrote this haikuchain poem on Easter morning.
With the state of the world as it is, I find my self in limbo.
The Tale of COVID-19 and what it has done to us.
One Mask: A COVID-19 Tale.
My new poem “To Really Be Home”. Written in haiku form, it is technically referred to as a haiku chain. Give it a read!
Hoping for a reset on my morning walk in the one place I was sure not to encounter another living soul.