Unveiling December’s Secret: A Haiku That Captures Winter’s Hidden Magic
Ever find yourself caught in a relentless cycle—like six storms pounding the same spot, or dreams hitching rides on restless winds, drifting like snowflakes in a frozen mindscape? This poem captures that weary, numbing rhythm where grey skies stretch endlessly above, seemingly halting the sun’s march without a care. Days blur into one another, each as inevitable as the dove’s flight, while hidden sorrows hum beneath the surface, mingling with festive chimes in an unexpected symphony of tears and shadows. It’s a vivid reminder: how often do we overlook what lingers just behind the cheerful noise? Dive in and let these verses invite you to ponder the storms within and around us.
six storms in a row
or maybe dreams bound on winds
drifting through mind snow
Post Comment