Haikus – Chronos
- JC
- Oct 17, 2021
- 1 min read
Glimpses of the sum-
mer taste of fresh apricots
on the windowsill.
Your red tongue is stained
You bite and bite and bite yet
falling leaves remain.
Do you remember
the night the winter air struck
the walls of your heart?
Mostly it’s at night
I’m visited by your ghost:
Flowers in your hair.
-JC
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