Haikus 8.6.19

Posted on by John Everex

Tell

you tell me secrets
combinations of soft words
that flutter inside

Hold

midnight’s snails leave lines
silver trails that hold moonlight
briefly as we pass

Points

the wind-blown blackthorn
points like a crooked finger
the storms prevailing

Published by John Everex

A writer, reader and cautious optimist.

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