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: Spring Hope

Bright moon shone last night
Peeled tangerine for breakfast
New oak leaves flutter

Two visiting geese
Reappear out of season
Honking early morn

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Haiku: An Unnatural Grief

Dull monochrome sky
Absent pink stripes of winter
Climate-change shades

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