Haiku: Morning
little morning blooms the winter sun smiles shyly they soak the sun’s warmth
little morning blooms the winter sun smiles shyly they soak the sun’s warmth
the world is waiting thirstily; like parched, dry leaves for drops, love and peace
melting in the warmth of nature, the ice caressed dry skin of the leaves, but ice cold relations seldom yield and thrive in love
pangs of love, like thorns, are etched deeply in the heart soft as rose, and bleeds
soft rustle of wind fallen leaves holding last hues gentle whispering