3 Haiku in February

Despertar 2
By Graham Smith

deep silence
a blanket of fresh snow
outside the door

razor waiting
winter tapwater,
slowly warming, pours across
his sleepy fingers

as delicate and
graceful as a brush painting
cranes on rice paper

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