Over Naked Limbs and Snow

There I was, sipping a hot cup of star anise tea, when 3 haiku showed up demanding to start my 2018 blog year. I was outraged! But I don’t argue with tiny things that can pack a punch. So… say hello to my little haiku.

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sunlight paints gold strokes
over naked limbs and snow,
while I sip summer

summer is a star
brewing in a pot that warms
bones chilled by winter

winter can’t kill blooms
fed by memories of fall
dreaming wild spring dreams

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• for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.