Sunday, April 17, 2016

Three Haiku


Eyes slightly open,
Fog lying across the field-
Goosebumps on my arm

          -- Yvette Galicia


Drip, drip, no chirps heard
Look out through the door’s holes
Gentle breeze caress

          -- Alejandra Oregon


Ghosts of her giggles
linger frozen in the air
In the bitter frost

          --Sarah Garcia

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