Fresh Winter
The scent of cold air
Enters my lungs in a rush.
Painful, but cleansing.
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@alicehaiku
Fresh Winter
The scent of cold air
Enters my lungs in a rush.
Painful, but cleansing.
Falling In Love
We sat, side by side,
Never knowing we were doomed to
Be consumed wholely.
-Alice
Photographs
Captured in a still
Moment that doesn’t end here.
Forever with you.
-Alice
Flowers as Archways
Shrug
Inspire me quick.
My interest is fleeting.
Once loved, I move on.
-Alice
Snowflake Travesties
I am lacking in
Christmas spirit as I lay
Splintered in fractals.
-Alice
Greenery and Rust
Pomegranate trees
Scattered, green growth, garden path.
Succulent death fruit.
-Alice
Wedding vows
A haze of empty
Frosted stemware sings off key
Begging to be drunk.
-Alice
This morning
Basking in the glow
Of a warm, sunshiny day
With a dog by me.
-Alice
Good morning
I want to sit here,
Drinking eternity with
Warm cups and warm souls.
-Alice
Dancing in the face
Of a tortured midnight soul
Moves even oceans.
-Alice
We are dark people,
Souls mingling in the night sky,
Naked to life’s sorrow.
-Alice
A friend is falling,
Spiraling into sorrow.
Helpless, I only watch.
-Alice
Torn
Inner emotions
Demand my violent anger.
I remain quiet.
-Alice
Depression hangs high
From the rope it made you tie
With cold shaking hands.
-Alice
Fall Nights
My feet ache with cold.
Unaffected by warm thoughts,
I lay, shivering.
-Alice