Late Night Haiku VIII

By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 4:58 AM

XX.
A cricket chirps soft,
The wind blows slowly forward,
Summer almost past.

XXI.
A lonely feeling,
Wishing to hear your voice now,
Instead, cicadas.

XXII.
Sleep conquers my eyes,
I shall drift off again soon,
Morning comes quickly.


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