Eight Months (in Haiku)

May. 3rd | Posted by Nicky 9 comments

Notice that the number “8″ is also the symol for infinity. That’s how long we’ve been waiting for a referral.

My sentiments in haiku:

Spring snow –
an expectant mother rests
her hands on her belly

Paul David Mena

late afternoon -
again she sweeps
pieces of sunlight

Carol Raisfeld

drifting clouds -
she sings to herself
a child’s song

Carol Raisfeld

First butterfly
just time to catch the shadow
of its passing wings

Patrick Blanche

nearly Mother’s Day
my best daffodils bent low
in the constant rain

paul t conneally

Rare moments of calm
when the fridge is silent
you can hear the wind

Patrick Blanche

Summer sunset
the baby finds his shadow
on the kitchen wall

Anon.

spring passing –
a small lane where even the sound
of wind cannot be heard

Suzuki Masajo