Haikus 8
I.
Crouching winter dreams,
Lost days, sun hiding for now,
Blissfully serene.
II.
Early darkness comes,
Rising, surrendering cold,
Libidinousness lives.
III.
Cold fire burns bright,
Loins ache for dark comfort now,
Owls frozen tears.
dlt © Nov. 19 2004
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