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The Linnet's Wings

Winter Haiku Sequence by Liza McAlister Williams

I’d had enough of

that hazy, hot and humid.

Loving winter chill.

 

Lashes wet, nose drop

quivering as if it will

hang on until spring

 

Leafless trees making

silhouettes like brush paintings

in three dimensions.

 

Icicle a kind

of frozen glacial timeline

writ extremely small.

 

The birds travel far

and not by plane, boat or car.

They know where they are.

 

And the seasons they

go round and round and round and

round and round and round.


The Linnets Wings