In the City After Snowfall


Late afternoon squalls. Echoing silence. Urban dumpster divers vanish like ghosts. Icicles drip, spearing Winter’s cruel jests to bristled ground. Window ledges peel. Everything waits for Springtime…

Wind sighs in cedars
why do I dream of childhood
as the seasons change?

©2021 S. Michaels
As The Crow Flys – Haibun

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