my 100,000 miles of veins
Category: haiku
high winds
a falling branch crashes
my party of one
this must be the place
the black-throated green warbler
is whispering
more dead children
I go for a walk in rain
that should be snow
another year gone
the traditional sauerkraut
salty as tears
Christmas morning
all the trees graffitied
with fresh snow
lost in the woods
the only trail signs
are in Bear
