Winter Strawberries
Haibun — It’s Complicated: Lit Up & The Writing Cooperative Contest
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1 min readMar 16, 2019
It was late February. The sky a mirage of pristine ocean,
the streams cascaded icicles, and frosty ground bestowed
rare beauty on every fallen subject. There she was eating
strawberries, as if it was the season of ice cream.
the fruit is half ripe
winter gave her verity
of the bottom part
The winds came and went to their masters of mysteries.
Trees spoke in squeaking tongues, “Whoever lived here before,
was rich in sap. Now she is burnt with the sizzles of an affair.”
sadness glazed over
a basket full of sweetness
weaved with cold lies
