Haiku Upon The Wind

Long brown hair finds gray,

She is beautiful in fall.

Older, I still love her.

Cold mountain rain, kisses.

The peaks wear a foggy crown.

Stories live, in the mist.

Brown dog at my feet.

Tales swim sluggish in my head.

Paper, sips up my story.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert

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