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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