Visiting sick friends
Really far too much trouble
Till you’re the ailing one
Haiku happens best
As mountain’s grey capping clouds
Appear then fade quick
Winter kill is real.
Ask any blossom failing
To believe snow knows
Why write of sorrow
Pain, aches, unhappy sad times,
Joy will romp in May
If you’ve read this far
Your heart still beats wild, freely
Be glad like newborns
Conclude, top off days
With blushing whole ripe cherries
More fun than sauerkraut
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