Haiku #12 (NS)

Unseasonal warmth
through an open window; peals
of distant church bells

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Haiku #4 (NS)

Lone predicament
walking winter, a pauper —
richer in my soul

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The shaman’s spirit
abroad, deep in winter’s woods;
speaks in runic tongues

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I am forced inside
like winter sap, waiting; long
nights in search of sleep

Temperatures rise,
seagulls are swooping lower —
just like the first time