haiku on a winter day

trees sway in austere

winds, each sigh forming sorrow

until the eons fade.

 

 

 

 

I have been here once

just once before in this quiet,

and yet, I am home.

 

 

 

 

come here, my dear one,

leave some room near your heart, for

I will not leave you.

 

 

 

 

oceans have been swept

into the darkness of earth,

raging at the middle.

 

 

 

 

sun torn fallen leaves

drape themselves over lonesome

echoes of time lost

 

 

 

in these everlost

memorizations of our

lives, we let it go.