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One winter long ago, the poet and their partner parted, not hugely distant, but prevented from meeting each other.
Watching the sun set from the edge of a forest, the poet thought:
I wish you were close
enough to clasp you to me—
—but the day is cold
and you’re as far away
as the sun between the twigs.
As darkness spread around them, like a black, silent snowstorm, the poet was overcome with sadness and loss.
It was some time before they found themselves and came together again.
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Photo by Freddie Oomkens
Beautiful image and fabulous text!!!
Grazie, Luisa, and I hope you are well!
Sadness of parting
As the season’s cold stretches
Dark night into day.
Thank you for your haiku, Scarlett!