Spring
cherry blossoms float south
carried by a gentle breeze
of chirps and happy sighs
Summer
eager winds leap, spin
across the sea of green called
a sun-drenched meadow
Fall
red, golden leaves whisper
as they fall, twirl their way towards
the hands of a child
Winter
cold white crystals coat
the moose’s curving antlers
they fall like petals
Moon
she hangs there, glowing
against a backdrop of night
almost smiling at me
i always feel pressured into
being grateful for the biggest things i can
which to me always sounds like i'm shouting for forgiveness
instead of gratitude. i never get to say i'm grateful
there are all the things I could do with three minutes alone in my room
I have an essay to write and Hebrew to study
I have things to look up and notifications to check
on november first we said
ohgodit'snovemberalreadywheredidallthetimego taking
up all the time in the world with our breath.
on november fifth we said
ohgodpleaseprotectushavemercyonoursins praying
Comments
I'm not sure whether you intended it or not, but these pieces really do all feel as if they all belong in the same collection! The power of the wind and what it carries through the sky, so representative of each season -- blossoms, leaves, snow -- connects each haiku with a gossamer thread. Bonny to read.
They were intended to read like that, but you put it so beautifully! Thanks!
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