Most of my 1999 haiku are here - I didn't really write all that much.





office lights, too,
seem warm
from the outside
through the window
looking back
at myself
a drizzle starts,
adding more grey
to this afternoon
my black boots
even darker
as I return home
noisy mornings
now that the sun
and birds are out
on my own,
the warm night
turns chilly
in the chill
of the evening,
crescendo of the crickets
fewer birds around
but the sun
keeps on shining...
misty rain
shades of grey
all over
late November gale;
it's the branches' turn
to fall
All poems © Miira Mänd


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