Haiku


Winter Garden 12/9/2017

Act V: lie torpid

a winter of discontent

laying on of hands

I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen. John Steinbeck “The Winter of our Discontent”

12/9/2017 It is snowing this hour. I rushed outside to take notice. Imagined the designs of power. A white covering made of water that melts with love and embraces the cold-hearted.

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