A Year for Haiku – A Poem by Rowe Williams

Winter

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

Spring

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

Summer

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

Fall

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

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