January was heavenly in Florida. And, surprisingly, February in Massachusetts hasn’t been too cold. Not yet anyway. A gift!
Poetry comes slowly for some of us but one haiku at a time and hundreds will be created. When my life overflows with deaths and births which happened this month I write short poems as a release from the cares of the world. Here’s a couple I have created.
Shelter rests in you
whispers sparrow to the elm
leaves balance on limbs
Sun crawls up the sky
the moon is in the heavens
the morning-glory
Writing keeps me alive.
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