too many to count
petals on the orchard floor
he loves me?
*
rusted lock
in the heart’s back pocket
a spare key
*
snow on the ridges
come spring what else
will be missing?
*
almost asleep
these hands still kneading
soft dough
*
he talks
and talks and talks and talks
about listening
*
no temple bells
still the crow goes on
about awe, awe
ohmygoodness, sweet friend – so much happening here
I love that line, “the heart’s back pocket” and of course that ending awe awe, so perfect to hear as well as read. Each one of the six is a snapshot, but the six together create an album. I think this is my favorite of the haiku sequences you’ve done. It’s unified and expansive. Yah Yah!