Haiku #117 – #120


Many raindrops against glass,
Sometimes it takes longer
To disprove what is false.


Frazzled willow,
Stripped winter,
I will break through the barriers of myself.


This same stormy gale
A thousand years in the making,
Why should it be any different now.


Rosemary on the window sill
Strains to be cooked,
Itch’s source demands to be scratched.

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