With wind blowing strong
These bold and daring people
Weren’t cowed by this storm
I wrote this haiku watching these two ignore cold and rain, dancing where wind and wave collide.


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With wind blowing strong
These bold and daring people
Weren’t cowed by this storm
I wrote this haiku watching these two ignore cold and rain, dancing where wind and wave collide.


A gentle breeze blows
Branches scrape against my house
This brusque goose-like cry
Startles me abruptly
This morning burns bright
Sheltered from it at my desk
A breeze blows gently
Softly blowing wind
The tree’s motion rattles leaves
White noise moaning