(More or less than) Seventeen.
Looks like I’ve missed keeping up my haiku column… it’s going to be a two-parts update!
Here we go with the first batch of lonely syllables!
migraine –
my mother’s voice
over a snowflake
[06.02.2021]
just can’t catch
those falling leaves –
can’t grasp them
[25.01.2021]
windflowers –
the softness from your skin
long gone
[6.01.2021]
bare branches…
so much thinner
than the trunk
[11.11.2020]
deep blue…
the other face
of a waxing crescent
[18.10.2020]
low tide
unveiling a shell
and a memory
[30.08.2020]
temperature –
observing every little move
of butterflies
[10.08.2020]
the longest night –
my singing voice reaching
for Aldebaran
[20.07.2020]
Gaia R. Sain 