NaHaiWriMo Day 9 (w/o Prompt)
I’m cold and hungry.
You brought me an empty bowl
Water on the fire.
By Cheryl Crockett
Rewind to last year
Haiku #40 (Feb. 9)
Facing the headstone
She sobs, kicking mounded soil
Then wipes her lips.
She sobs, kicking mounded soil
Then wipes her lips.
by Cheryl Crockett
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