Haiku – Moment, Day 5.2

The high wind outside
Gasps loud through the open door
Twigs whirl in – a beat.

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Now, sitting behind a comfortable shield, I look at the wind whirling and waltzing outside, raising twigs, leaves and clouds of dust with various particles, and a haiku came to my mind.

Author: soul mary

Writer, poet and reader