Christmas Journey Haikus

Loneliness beckoned

I chose a path less travelled

My wildling child free

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Plodding on mere dust

My feet scattered pebbles loose

Mountains high I’d crossed

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Christmas evening

Sanguine clouds painting sky red

Drains to lifeless grey

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Upon a clearing

Swept clean by a windblown branch

Memories far gone

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Empty boulevard

The trees stand stately and tall

Stills my silent night

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Antarctic winds brace

As did my shirt collar white

My hearthside alight

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Distant crowds cheering

Children afar play and scream

Abridging divide

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Bounding home on dark

Over the river of stars

Night lanterns burning.

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Cheung-Ling Wong

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