On Lost Love
Rocks slipping,
Legs give out,
Confidence is crumbling.
Lost love is climbing
A mountain
Just to forget you.
On Evergreens
Green bristles in the summer
Turned brown
And fell.
Nothing is truly ever green.
On Winter Trees
Branches reach
Scouring heights man
Cannot grow to reach.
Their furthest arms
Intertwine in the sky.
Raising their praises
Higher every summer
To show off their
Magnificent extensions
In winter.
Winter Haiku
Whiteness all around,
Crunching sounds escape the ground;
Breath forms in the sky.
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