Haiku Weekend

Haiku & Icicles

sweet smell of warmed milk
now melting into mud
loneliness into joy

old age, new pain
resistance is fading
settling into winter

I buy roses
longing for scent
change is inevitable

sun finally out
icicles reveal their contents
loneliness is silent

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