an eerie fog
weaves through the trees:
Winter hot springs.
Winter Springs [Haiku]
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a full moon glows:
its color, pale yellow —
posing as the sun.

where the trees end,
a colony grows in a
cancerous fashion.

creek that trickles
through a stark winterscape —
days from riverhood.

Condemnation placard
Stapled to the church door
With the commanding tone
Of Luther’s notice.
The Condemned has stately bones
But its skin and viscera
Are in shambles.
Sun pierces stained glass,
Bathing dirty surfaces
With bright color,
But the dust and rat shit
Remain to create a
Miasma within.
One day a wrecking ball
Will make good on the
Condemnation.