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SUNDAY VERSES #13
3 WINTER HAIKU
Winter ice on trees
glitters like festive tinsel
under morning sun
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When days are shorter
fiercely blows the winter wind
piling snow in drifts
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Frigid air on skin
Persistent chill burrows deep
Winter wet and cold
Getting to the Root of still life
haiku on vulnerability
Walls overcome by
broken vines and shattered panes leave
heart exposed to life.
haiku on Autumn
Autumn paths remain
buried as Antigone’s wind shakes
the leaves from the trees.
... on being and becoming ... 