Tag: Haiku

The shy-grass dresses For morning guests, and old doves Sing softly of it

... on a spring day.

the breathing waters, a whisper in the sea-oats saying, “you belong”

beneath gray hangings nine voices across the field long for sooner spring

spare, cold interstice: a winter tree awaiting her deliverance

we were showered by the prismatic flower rain and loved completely [The authors of this blog would like to categorically state that they are not on drugs. No, really.]

fall, in its shyness sends out whispers on the breeze heard only by sight

dealing with life, you close your eyes to feel something other than alone

Patterns.