#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

 

 

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About Blackbird

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