Haiku #314 – #316

314.

Grey knife’s blade born sharp,
Into a bottomless pit
Plummets, to Mount Mourn.

315.

The old gale and fence
Do battle, timeless exchanges;
An ageing storm blows.

316.

First cherry blossom,
Herald ahead of schedule;
Petal in my eye.

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