- Vol. 05
- Chapter 04
Scent of Purple: Haiku, 4 Parts
Wintry mix of life In purple hue, treading ground Last minute errands.
In the dead of night, She fumbles through the thick snow Her hat, a safe space.
With every quick step, The snow piles at her small feet The frigid air breathes.
She hurries to town Her coat flowing in the wind The night becomes day.