Alone, I walked the
empty halls – stopped by a view
of the cold grey sea.
~
And I found friends inside, and
people flowed in in swelling tides with
voices as warm as summer.
~
I might know what such
days can be, if I let them
rise to memory.
Tag: Memory
Haiku ‘Whale Reflection’
Sea mirror – shadow
turns beneath, a cobalt wraith.
Whale? Or memory?
Big Triku ‘Wave Period’
Leaves whirled fast, scraping
in receding currents, to
gather by the oak.
~
The world was such a wonder.
I doubt I thought how small I was, nor
of my life beyond the fence.
~
Puddles freeze. Clear ice
is cracked, chipped, then pressed opaque
by new probing toes.
