beside you
I am in late spring
all my petals
opening, quickly now,
no fear of frost
*
moss
that softens the rock—
your words
*
the mountain
also opens—
ask the sky
*
in the tall grass
a nest—
let’s meet there
*
before you find it
it finds you—
scent of wild rose
*
the world is, perhaps
drawn black and white—
still our blood so red
*
we both
orbit you,
the moon and I
“the world is, perhaps
drawn black and white—
still our blood so red”
what we see, and what is actually there, don’t always match.
evocative stanza, this one.
and such an open group of haiku and tanka. more, please….
I like 1, 2 and 5 for your book! Also for your book I recommend all the ones I have commented on on this forum, and I will send you a Word file of others I have collected, (and also , of course I love the ones in my book!)
I’m a fan of the moss, I love that contrast of soft and hard, the way that words are the agent of such a change, the way the soft and hard coexist in the natural world. Nice title for the series, too, though I wonder why you say “in” the window pane instead of “on” the window pane. Or am I being a pane? 🙂