In like a lion.
Then wind, rain, and haunting fog
Go out like a lamb.
March played false with me.
Though these winds may disappoint,
Why should I say so?
I am brusque with you.
Wild weather inside haunts me,
Not your deserving.
I pondered for a while on each Haiku. Thank you! Beautiful to read.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Danielle, for spending some time on them. It means a lot to read that! I have been experimenting a bit with multiple stanza "haiku"—these may also be read as a group. I look forward to your comments in the future! BTW, are you Danielle M, née F?
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