brass apple bells
pebbles bullets fertile eggs
understanding earth
.
haiku
brass apple bells
pebbles bullets fertile eggs
understanding earth
.
haiku
monument under
moonlight ~ his form ~ lyric
fluid idea ~ her
.
haiku
tree falls with great noise
destruction makes a fuss , just
creation’s quiet
.
haiku
a seed grows under
ground without a sound : power
of its voice soft : grace
.
haiku
.
ps
creation is quiet
destruction creates noise
two oaks still stand
though older,
split apart,
ravaged
roots entwine
in quiet
.
haiku
i dig down into
the garden of my self
unearthing truth and
worms and roots
flowers too
and in doing so
heal self and heal earth
singing hours
breath by breath my self
butterfly ~ bee light
.
not a haiku
frenetic flower
frantic~up to discover
other garden gifts
.
haïku
her feathered fingers
ground him
her earth breath lingers
lifts him to heaven
.
haiku
a tiny feather
flutters to earth
moved by your
breath
crushes my heart
.
haïku
even after all this time
the sun never says to the earth,
“you owe me”
.
look what happens
with a love like that,
it lights the whole sky.
.
— Hafiz