The air is light, crisp.
I feel alive in this silence, this magnitude, this vastness of everything.
Everything that was. Everything that is.
Right now, these jagged edges, stern and sharp.
A scolding, a scar.
Lost here forever, in a silent embrace.
Remembering and feeling.
The chill that was, that follows, even here.
A quiet reverie for me, today.
This poem was first published in The Haiku Shack Magazine: Issue 5 - https://creativeramblings.com/haiku-shack-magazine
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