Jan 20, 2014
Late Night Haiku XLVII
By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 5:48 AM
CXXXIV. Softly, soothingly,
The winter wind sails about
Answers not questions.
CXXXV. Awakened long past,
A postage stamp sits unsent,
Bought on a cold day.
CXXXVI. O fair wind which blows,
Here and there unanswered, flows.
By whom have you passed?
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