Saturday, June 13, 2020

Early Morning Haiku by Alyssa Trivett


Sun decides to show
up when it wants as birds
chirp battle outside




Alyssa Trivett is a wandering soul from the Midwest. When not working two jobs, she chirps down coffee while scrawling lines. Her work has appeared in many places, but most recently at Ex Ex Lit, and Duane's PoeTree site.

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