Cleansed Hs
wind howls through the trees
rhythmically moves the leaves
then haunting quiet
breeze stirs the senses
reassuring to the soul
awakens sleeper
storms blowing over
a refreshed feel to the air
no longer stagnant
mistral, clear the skies
though you are so strong and cold
inevitable
immerse me in nature's gales
cleanse my mind of all that ails
Haiku Sonnet Poetry Contest
2 may 2023
Sponsored by: Joanna Daniel
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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