December flowers -
even the roses
are covered in snow
The eye of the moon -
flickering in the dawn
blinks
Quiet, the bluebird whistles
some remnants of a prayer.
I weep
Sitting at my desk -
only the moonlight
can see this sorrow
Walking under stars -
no place to go
but up
Withered, these
skeleton limbs
carry the fire
Snowdrops ponder -
my ink freezes
a winter haiku
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