Original article posted by Minty:

The tree by the roof
still wet from the morning dew
safe from the house fire

When climbing red cliff
sun is warm and sinking slow
cold sweat on my neck

These haiku things are
as delicate and bitter
as dark chocolate

(Untitled)
The leaves in mocked majesty
preen through the coo of the wind

the falling curtains and veils
of red yellows- take us
our notice and our awe

beauty,
the term is not recognition enough

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