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
my walk home.
the 4 p.m. sunset already lighting the shamash on the horizon,
melting the mountains like orange wax.
lunch with my friends, onion rings & coconut yogurt
I walk home wearing twin braids with bows
and a big smile because I'm wishing for snow.
Snow like a blanket, thick and white,
I want it to fall all through the night -
to cover the roads and the trees and the hills,
her name began with a d and her hair curled in gold ringlets like coins
and her laugh was infectious and her smile was too
and her eyes sparkled when they caught the light. she walked
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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