the smoke of breaths
clouds the cold morning chapel
worshipers at Lauds
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fantastic! you have a gift for Haiku Lillian.
Sometimes brevity is beautiful. This is one of those times.
you've captured the atmosphere.... no matter the cold, their faith warms the place, its fire between hands enfolded...
'Breaths' and the symbolic 'smoke' in the opening line conjure a real feel for the crowd, incense and atmosphere; and the alliterative second line sounds like the chattering of teeth. A vivid and chilly image created in this admirable haiku. S :)
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