The magical moon
rises above barren trees,
giving us new dreams.
The sun's out brightly
gleaming off frozen landscapes,
shows us ghosts of warmth.
Depression in grey
clouds that seem to last so long,
showing ugliness.
Anger in dark skies
plants itself within our minds,
leaving us hurting.
Happiness right now
new days, a hint of light green,
love is in the air.
mn - 2007


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Haikus - Ronald
1st line - 5 syllables
2nd line - 7 syllables
3rd line - 5 syllables
Which is why I'm always counting them!