Haiku~ by Willow Rose

Haiku~ by Willow Rose

Contrast of stark sky
branches point withered fingers,
Beseeching deaf gods.

Unseen sap running
like new blood beneath the skin,
Transfusion of Spring.

Small town of my birth
Nurtures its sons and daughters
Smothers those it holds.


Finger like branches
Wait to strangle those who try
To pass unnoticed.

Her fur soft as silk
She sleeps beneath the oak tree
She feels no more pain.

Haiku by Willow Rose


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