Sunlight Lies

7:18AM. Isolated and immobilized in the room with one small window, one green wall and everything else still gray, everything this early — despite new sunlight — remains faded. Even the icicled, distant sun — three weeks into the new year, half a day past the blizzard — remains uncertain, flops itself over into the new-made snow, proclaims itself Lord of The Expanded Vista, Bringer of The New Year’s Bliss.

sunlit icicles
January windowpane
unkept promises

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Go Dog Go Café
Haibun Wednesday
~ January ~
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