Haiku
first snow
flakes of a poem
fall on my page
in bitter cold
time freezes
waiting for a thaw
unburdened
the tree branches stretch out
toward the infinite
buried deep
the long slumber in darkness
of next spring’s seeds
© Neetu Malik
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first snow
flakes of a poem
fall on my page -
Shall we dip our brush
in the deep blue dusk
so we may paint joy
we stole from
the passing day
before it grows dark? -
all I hear is this song…
carried to my ears upon waves
as they ebb and return
a symphony of love
played on instruments
of the heart— -
sultry afternoon
in the vast cornfields
reaping gold -
I wait eagerly
for absolute darkness
to lose my shadow
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