A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Futility

Bitter cold morning
The rays of the rising sun
Bring light but no warmth.

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2 Comments»

  Gracie wrote @

Excellent poem, very fitting for our current temperature (-19 C and dropping…)

  Abigail Parker wrote @

Oh my goodness! It’s a relatively balmy 2F here…


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