Haiku Poems – Howling through Trees

Wind touches my skin,

and I shiver as winter

unravels my clothes.


I hear souls howling

through the trees in search of fruits

now out of their reach.


The decaying pelt

of once succulent berries –

dried and unwanted.


Frigid ice and cold

crush and numb this whirling pain –

a storm that must end.


Bones press against flesh

as death’s claws spread my rib cage –

filling up my heart.


Life ends; no more cares.

I leave my casing; a soul

dispersing in air.

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19 Comments on Haiku Poems – Howling through Trees

  1. As always Rose’s illustration of the poem is indeed brilliant…and vice versa…great team you two.

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  2. You’re very kind, Mich! Your comments are ones I look forward to and read with delight. 💋


  3. This is stripped down, stark and beautiful. Just the way I like ’em. The second haiku is my favourite; you really have a way of painting pictures with words. The illustration is a great match.

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  4. People are like berries, and one day we all become unwanted…or bird food.

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  5. Monochrome nightmares // January 26, 2017 at 3:41 pm // Reply

    An excellent set of Haiku.
    Did you both work on them?

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  6. These are very chilly. And winter is a dirty old man/woman. He/she should keep their hands off your clothes.

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  7. TOP GOTHING ^_^

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  8. Chilling haiku. I might remember it when I walk a narrow path through the brambles in a cold winter day, all alone 😉


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