February 25, 2024 Sunday
Source of truth no writing yesterday.
But if I were it would be for Poetry and Trauma instead I played with Brendan and we threw sticks for the dog.
Full moon “Winter Moon” haiku
Dog howls at the moon
Snow cover melted below
crocus stems wait buds
Midnight sky and Winter Moon
Snow melt February nine
Brown broken tree limbs
Winter moon midnight sky
Barren tree branches broken
No new growth today
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