Day, no more than a sliver, casts a subtle glow on the path. A small bird tap-tapping on windowpane has awakened me, invited me out.
Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
There’s a river runs between us, you and I; our thoughts, like tears, are liquid carried by the…
Inhale – chest rises – exhale – chest falls – summon new, expel old; repeat. (Haiku written for Ronovan Writes Haiku challenge: rise/fall)
Ancestral circles steeped in lore – symbolism lost, and imminent – Geometric rhythms play with destiny, ascribe fates. (For Willow Poetry’s What Do You See?
(Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge is breath & unite.)
Even as we harvest the fruits of our endeavors, as the leaves of summer give over to golden dreams and light reaches through gathering clouds,