Out my window
Bluejay on table.
Seed, grass, feather, string.
Picnic without me.
Song of sweet william,
Lily of the valley hymn.
Church of the back yard.
Wind spreads unseen seeds,
pollens, bees rejoice aloft.
Where are the secrets?
Leaves bristle in breeze,
green light stretches past shadow.
Errant artist paints.
Inside child cries
throws bag of red grapes on lap
nature is here, too.
posted by jillypoet @ 11:02 AM
9 Comments:
Ahhh, you're back. :)
Such a lovely voice in this sequence, too. I really, really like the second haiku. And how you've used "secrets" in the third; I can picture you leaning on your hand, looking out the window, having a wistful moment that gets broken by the child's cries and grapes, yet you've made it fit with that last, thoughtful line.
Very nice!
An excellent set, sequential yet each self-contained. I love 'church of the back yard'.
lovely series, I especially like the one with the leaves and the artist.
You are so inspiring, creative and visual with haiku. I refuse to pick a favorite because they are each a treat.
It's amazing how just looking out our window can be so full of wonderful things! You write so lovely and these were all wonderful!
jilltpoet,
Such a real life you describe so much to store in memory for more dismal days.
rel
Really beautiful images and feeling!
I love the series. Your "picnic without me" brought a smile to my face. The activity of the first four followed by the finality of the fifth: love 'em all.
What an inspiring series!
Post a Comment
<< Home