cronechronicler

Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Haiku: Autumn’s Echo

Fall creeping slowly
From my window in distance
Few pale yellow leaves

Autumn blaze absence
Off-kilter moral compass
In step with the times

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Haiku: Lament

Spring touches a nerve
Memories call to my soul
I so want to fly

I long for new skies,
Music, color and fragrance,
To taste mystery.

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