Skin Balm— a double haiku
(Once)
Cold grey southern air.
Bare skin cringes at its touch,
Yearns for humid warmth.
(Now)
Step out of sun’s heat
To refreshing dark tree shade,
Air hedonism.
Lynette Reilly
Skin Balm— a double haiku
(Once)
Cold grey southern air.
Bare skin cringes at its touch,
Yearns for humid warmth.
(Now)
Step out of sun’s heat
To refreshing dark tree shade,
Air hedonism.
Lynette Reilly
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