Still Mornings
Sep 5, 2022
A Haiku Bouquet
Mist dampens the path
Muffling the soft tread of hooves~
Dew in cloven pools.
Verdant leaves linger
Unwilling to let go
Time for them to fall.
Dead hands float palm up
Crinkled fingers catch the breeze~
Life’s cup flows over.
Days of slow decay
Paced with lengthening shadows~
Lamplight glows within.
