December Haiku

Golds, reds swarm outside
My warriors guard the windows
Not one leaf enters.

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Close Relations

The universe is a lot like
An uncle or aunt  bringing
Gifts and mussing up your hair
Marveling at your growth
Till you get lazy and ignore
Presents while in deep envy
Of what other kids got.
Then says the Big U,
As the goodies vanish,
“If you don’t value me
Why should I value you?”