Carpe Diem #1785: Hoarfrost

an hoarfrost morning
the ghosts of my ancestors
drifting on chill winds


I'm not entirely sure that this Haiku entirely plays by the classical rules. It doesn't lose its meaning for me when I flip the first and third lines, which is always the litmus test. However, for me the most important aspect of poetry is expressing the thought, not adhering to exact rules, so--you know me.

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