If I had not known desperation, could I now know calm?
What does the house feel, when it’s pelted with cones?
If I had not known fear, could I now know love?
What does the house dream, when the sun warms its bones?
dahlias in the rain
bowed heads
weak stems
she brings them in
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Dahlias, Dreams, Fall, Fear, Haibun, Haiku, Love, Poems, Poetry
William Michaelian 