Late May
by kvennarad
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let-lie cinders
greying in my grate
while the birds sing
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©Marie Marshall
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.
.
.
.
.
let-lie cinders
greying in my grate
while the birds sing
.
.
.
.
.
__________
©Marie Marshall
Kvenna ráð 
I feel this one, so few words with so much impact.
That’s what I try to do with haiku. If I can’t, I don’t… which I think is the essence of being a haijin.