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
darling i think the prettiest thing of it is that i
have been dreaming about this moment since i was little,
pressing my mouth to the back of my hand to see what it felt like to be touched like that,
vermont is a half-finished poem with all the lines scratched out.
grandfathers who’ve lived here their whole lives still talk of leaving,
it is november now which is unbelievable
because last night we got blisters on our feet running
house to house in too-small rainboots, our wings
flapping lopsidedly behind us. it rained on and off
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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