Blue Door
Sapphire welcome says hello
at the start of day
I walk and wonder.
Wisteria
Dropping amethyst
Translucent emerald trailing
Reflected treasures
Haiku for Spring
Drops of see through gems
moisture gift drips slowly down
Silvered honesty.
Accompaniment
Devoted songbirds
Daily raise their melody
No maestro but Spring.
Aerial
Hummingbird sips blooms
From windows I spy each zoom
Birds in lilacs appear
I’ve been writing poems throughout this season of #lifeinthetimeofcorona and very grateful for the sure thing provided by Spring, which listens to its own Maestro, Creator God. Regardless of ‘lockdown’ everywhere else, His presence is not isolated inside.
The familiar form of haikus–3 lines with syllable counts of 5, 7 and 5–is a way to distill all the noise when I’m drowning in words. I tend to ramble; writing without borders allows for that. When you have to be succinct and word choice is intentional it seems to strip things down to what’s really important.
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Even a haiku about birdsong is quieting. Something about those seventeen syllables must slow the heart, encourage deep breathing, calm our thoughts. Thank you for the lovely therapy, Jody! 🙂
These are just lovely, Jody! And you are so right… they bare bones and get down to the essential. I’ve written some in Corona Time too, and yes, thus far they’ve always revolved around God’s creation. My favorites were ones I penned on retreat in Iona, Scotland. Thank you for sharing essential beauty here. Indeed what would we do w/o it–especially now!?
Love
Lynn
PS What do you mean specifically by “silvered honesty”?