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About Mikels Skele

Poet. Explainer. Foreigner-at-large.

Friday haiku 73

You, in the mirror,
Winter nipping at your heels,
I swear that’s a smile

Friday haiku 72

These chilly mornings
You can almost hear the light
Crack the ribs of dawn

Friday haiku 71

Today, rain
Tomorrow, rain
Washing away winter

A circle, closing

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.

Friday haiku 70

Almost spring
sitting half in the sun
half in the shade