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Poems

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

Today, rain
Tomorrow, rain
Washing away winter

Almost spring
sitting half in the sun
half in the shade

Today’s haiku is a senryu.

I want to be the willow
but I am the oak
and the wind is very strong

Mid winter
the days grow longer
instead of warmer