#305 of 365 – 3 Haiku

3 Haiku



through old winter trees

last breath of sunset whispers

a new day coming



small town highway leads

somewhere else, somewhere unknown

what an adventure



big handfuls of rain

sky seems so much closer till

we’re all the same wet



About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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