Haiku Poems – Howling through Trees

Poetry & Illustration By Poet Rummager

Wind touches my skin,

and I shiver as winter

unravels my clothes.

 

I hear souls howling

through the trees in search of fruits

now out of their reach.

 

The decaying pelt

of once succulent berries –

dried and unwanted.

 

Frigid ice and cold

crush and numb this whirling pain –

a storm that must end.

 

Bones press against flesh

as death’s claws spread my rib cage –

filling up my heart.

 

Life ends; no more cares.

I leave my casing; a soul

dispersing in air.

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