Haiku 6.2.21

the scent of snowfall
chases leaves down the sidewalk
tempers fraying words

the bungalows watch
too wrapped in their polite love
their clipped box hedges

so we turn and walk
in different directions
I catch bitter flakes

Published by John Everex

A writer, reader and cautious optimist. View all posts by John Everex

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