rain clouds drift south
dark veils sweeping the sky
grievances resolved
the wail of a train weaves through the night north wind rising the nectaring moth sips from each soft throat sweet dreams

My streams of thought meet here
rain clouds drift south
dark veils sweeping the sky
grievances resolved
the wail of a train weaves through the night north wind rising the nectaring moth sips from each soft throat sweet dreams
I love your haiku, Christine. They’re beautiful.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Lovely, all three. 🙂
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