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