Haiku
1) Changelings
Snow Buntings flock o'er
wintry field--shifting, bright flash
of light-- my wild eyes.
2) Hurt
Sky at Waterside
steely grey-- unforgiving--
I cannot forget.
3) A. C.
I'm loathe to think of
you, yet you permeate me,
cling like cigarettes.
Tanka
1) No More Tunes for You
Strains of fiddle play
themselves out, fade away while
not a soul listens.
Even the wind erases
your song from its memory.
And because I question everything--two rhetorical questions:
If winter is a season of the heart, are spring flowers the balm of forgiveness?
Are there some things you should never forgive?
Thanks for reading.
Watching gorgeous Snow Buntings is, like writing, good for the soul.
Be well,
Jill