Riming Haiku #302 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Riming Haiku #302 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



New dawn's firing flame,
never through the hour the same
- winter's solstice frame.

Thursday, May 31, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: haiku,winter
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