February 1, 2023.

not yet (haikus)

When the sun goes down,
I will find you in darkness
Arms stretched out for warmth

Final moments wait
Shrug off death like a bad cold
Won’t fade till you say

Trees in shades of blue
Searching through these tired mountains
Ground cold on bare feet

Gravel embedded
Into my feet and bruised knees
Tree roots tripping me

I will stop for death
If she will wait patiently
While I tie ribbons

And all the loose ends
Into his messy brown locks
To comb out later

Poetry by aidan haskel The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-02-01 at 06:54

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