Frost carpets my room.
Bewitched by the bright moon,
my shadow and I sit by the window
gazing upon her white jade face.
Hours later she elopes
with my only companion.
I am left alone to wait
for the morning cacophony of traffic.
Winter, 2009 issue of Concise Delight
Poetic Musings: Dry Creekbed Haiku by Chuck Brickley
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dry creekbed
the gleam of a bullet shell
the only sound
*Earthshine*, 2017
Chuck Brickley
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