haiku

Usnea Haiku

usnea covers

like fleece-lined leggings in cold

sheltering branches

wall of december

candle lit with rusty hues

stood honoring yule

The Sun is shining

But in my head My darkness

Just swallows me whole

Train through towns well-known

Stops all predetermined now

Just a passenger

Pain radiating

Down my spine and through my bones

I want this to end

living wild and free

the white horse plagues me

desires and dreams

under the waxing

gibbous moon we say goodbye

last evening of five

Your porcelain skin

Dreams of mother’s posing

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