Haiku Journey

Short, long, summary of a life


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Day

One leaf bud breaking,

new horizons unfolding.

Springs emerging day.


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The poetry of life

Life has its own meter and rhythm…
composing itself into haiku, and odes
pacing itself, stately and oh so slow,
then childishly ignoring what bodes.

Rushing at times without apology
or angry, weeping, open heart bleeding,
painful moments expressed in eulogy,
changing tempo, closing crescendo.

Life in its own meter and rhythm…