Today is also ending--
at the bottom of the snowstorm
the gigantic sun

---Arō

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those squeals of laughter
each bed bounce higher
April in december

I used to believe
that our lives would unfold
like rose petals

the sinking sun
pulls down the sky
revealing darkness

4 comments:

Beatrice V said...

I absolutely love it.... lyrical and poignant

Spiros Zafiris said...

..bravo Diana..your poems sparkle
more and more..

..Happy Holidays..

P K Padhy said...

The sinking sun, a great haiku with sparkle of imageries.

P K Padhy

diana l. said...

Thank you so much, everyone. A blessed New Year to you all.