(Not Even a Little Bit) Weekly Haiku 32


So NaNoWriMo happened, and as a result haiku didn’t. But now it’s not, so they can. Or something.


The sky a dim haze,

All cloud and orange city glow.

Then wind sweeps away…



The cold grips me tight,

Sinking deep within my flesh.

A soft breath of wind.



Silence covers me

Like a warm quilt in winter.

Alone, I can think.



Wind chimes and water

Fill the air with soft music.

Summer lingers still.



One mind follows first,

Then on and on more tumble.

Like a storm, they rise.


~Michael Vest


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