“Bitter”
Words slice and shiver,
icicle whispers to chill
a heated ego.
Steve D
Tag: chill
Haiku Sunday – Autumn
“Autumn”
Grit and moisture cling,
“Dead leaves on the dirty ground, “
A chill tingles skin.
This song does not particularly remind me of autumn. I just liked that the line fit in seven syllables.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Blade
“Blade”
Icy blades sweep through,
Deflected by heavy shields,
Warding their chill touch.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Breeze
“Breeze”
Autumn sings cool notes,
Blanketing the summer heat;
Subtle minor keys
Steve D
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