A Year for Haiku – A Poem by Rowe Williams


Clouds cover grey sky.
Below, my heart clouds as well.
Depths hidden to me.


Dead trees, bare branches
Except for one small new bud.
Old life new again.


Clear water, bare feet.
A chill no more than skin deep.
A shallow, clear creek.


Her eyes draw in mine.
A contact so brief, so sweet.
A blush touches cheeks.

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