Pink clouds can’t shine in darkness

and darkness brings the rain.

The Bleeding River.

Just what it says.

An haiku should encompass the soul of the thing, in three lines.

A short poem; maybe a little too emo.

This is my seventh Black Witch poem.

Poem of renewal.

The Cleansing sensuous feel of water in skin…

Inspired by words at church this morning.

Just to breathe the air.