Lady Ravenhill Dec 2018
Frostbitten Yuletide
A human, memory blows
over wistful winds
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Haiku 70
Lady Ravenhill Dec 2018
Whose lake is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown. I cry hello.

She gives her lake a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The lake is crystal, cold and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with ducts that weep.

She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
Lady Ravenhill 2018
Thanks to Robert Frost for the underlying structure.
Lady Ravenhill Dec 2018
Sharp break of the day
jolly, knitted mitten pokes
through the pine needles
Lady Ravenhill 2018
Haiku #69
Lady Ravenhill Dec 2018
Frigid wintertime
A northern, feathered owl floats
whilst watching the mouse
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Haiku 67
Lady Ravenhill Dec 2018
Hundred year cypress
Paramour of Spanish moss
Cries in her teacup
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Haiku 68
Lady Ravenhill Dec 2018
Midnight fog dances
Through knotted oak fingers chase
A Moon made of lace
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Haiku #66
Lady Ravenhill Nov 2018
A match burns so hot
In it's short, glorious life
Never lit again
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Haiku 63
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