Storms warn what's ahead,
Icy hugs from the wind above,
as winter rolls in.
Posted in response to the challenge Haiku.
Storms warn what's ahead,
Icy hugs from the wind above,
as winter rolls in.
Posted in response to the challenge Haiku.
In the dead of winter,
crows call out,
their song a splinter-
in the silence of doubt.
Spring is longed for.
Its warmth wanted more-
than ever before.
Though, in the time between,
A gentle reminder of love,
the snow falls around like a hug,
one I’ve come to appreciate so much.
The chill in the air sweeps around us,
as spring dances with winter.
The two almost inseparable.
I’ve come to realize,
I am not solely myself.
I am pieces of those I love,
Pieces of those I’ve loved, too.
They make me who I am,
who I strive to become.
Deep in my heart,
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