haiku 28 – 30


frost clung to shadow,
thy last gasp hung ‘mid the air;
tempt not the winter.

frosted sickles hang,
menacing limbs glisten down;
wander not this wood.

murder sits on stone,
restless as the heart is night,
hasten not thy grave.

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