Floral fruits and vines
p
o
u
r
e
d
back
into Earth’s vessel
Sealed with Winter’s cork
Any season spent
confined at home on lockdown
is the worst season
- - -
Sweat, Sticky, Humid.
It clings to everything good
A Pool of regret.
- A take on Georgia weather
the darkness outside
sweetly befriends my numbness:
neverending hell.
Spark'ling snowflakes shrink,
melting 'neath the midday sun,
'fore the greens awake.
*Why? It's ugly.*
...my life is passing...
...my duties await me, but...
I'm very tired
19.04.2020
23:26 night
Winter's bitter air
Leaves me with frozen fingers
And nothing to say
-A Deaf perspective on winter
Trees stretch. Flowers grow.
Sneaking sunbeams warm the Earth,
launching allergies.
(more words to make this long enough to enter)
ragged wintry gusts
carve the pallid icebound boughs
a whitewashed palette
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a haiku about my favourite season, winter
bite , buzz, leave their marks,
clinging shirt, the sun burns so,
"fatso" shamed at pool.
