“Deadline”Cycle of seasonsEbbing, flowing of the tidesGreen leaves turn to brownTicking of the clockCountdown to zero hourProcrastinationDeadline, I loathe theeThere is nothing naturalIn your arrivalNature knows her waySo gentle is her processOurs is so abruptOf course, without youSo many things unfinishedDeadline, I need you!
Haiku: “Deadline”
Illuminate Possibilities 