Haiku



Original Haiku. Traditional 5-7-5, I hope you enjoy! 

winter winds exhale
one last, long, cold breath before 
giving up to spring 

the full moon, alone 
hangs low in the twilight sky 
i feel her sadness 

morning fog blankets 
a dew kissed hidden meadow 
god's beauty unseen 

face tilted skyward 
drinking in afternoon rays 
sunshine warms my soul 

aware of morning 
first light, songbirds, alarm clock 
a chance to start fresh 

hours without words 
solitude is a constant 
opportunity 

puffy white clouds float 
lazily in a blue sky, 
daydreaming again 

electricity 
tangible when you are near 
come closer, shock me 

desire, dangerous, 
unquenched it burns urgent, hot 
longing for your touch

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