The sun is a joke
These January mornings
Broken promises
Friday haiku 119
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The sun is a joke
These January mornings
Broken promises
Tag Archives: winter
Friday haiku 118
Zipped up from the cold
Tight as January skin
Still, your memory
Friday haiku 116
Winter storm
The house pulls its blanket
Up around the door
Friday haiku 111
The ancient oak,
tired of resisting,
drops its leaves
Friday haiku 80
Winter, already
a memory pushed away
by fragile blossoms
exiles child 