secrets kept by trees in the language of flora whispered to the wind ~ ~ ~ Don't you wonder what trees and wind are gossiping about? If only we could speak that delicate whispery language as well. . . .
wind chimes mark the time (passing sweetly, like the breeze) until we meet again ~ ~ ~ Technically, the six syllables in the last line stretch the limits of haiku a bit. But what fun is it if you can't break the rules?
soft rain lullaby winter reluctant to leave when will spring arrive? ~ ~ ~ It's already Spring here, yet we've had a number of chilly rains that bring a cool breath of winter with them recently. It's quite nice! Yet when we lived in a colder clime, I remember feeling this wistfulness around this time … Continue reading Haiku #12: Waiting for Spring
where should one journey when inspiration is lost and no clues to find. . . . ~ ~ ~ A very small poem about a very big (or so it seems at times) subject. The answer? Nobody knows! But going somewhere is better than staying stuck. A little something is better than nothing. A haiku … Continue reading Haiku #11: Writer’s Block
music on the roof playful wind musicians wield water like a song ~ ~ ~ There have been a lot of rainy days lately. Though the sun hides behind the clouds, the rainsong sounds like a symphony just for us! And when the rain comes, rain lilies are sure to follow. 🌷