You, in the mirror,
Winter nipping at your heels,
I swear that’s a smile
Friday haiku 73
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You, in the mirror,
Winter nipping at your heels,
I swear that’s a smile
These chilly mornings
You can almost hear the light
Crack the ribs of dawn
Today, rain
Tomorrow, rain
Washing away winter
That split
between life and death
is not a border,
but eternity,
not a doorway
to an endless future,
but an escape
from the chains of time,
not a shattering,
but a mending,
not the end of the line,
but a circle,
closing.
Almost spring
sitting half in the sun
half in the shade