Whispers (Haiku Series)

Willow Whispers

on your face I’d be
dancing fingers of willow
caress of a breeze

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Storm Whispers

whispering in morse
story told by stormy nights
ivy against glass

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Seashell Whispers

tales for hermit crabs
seashells and minuscule stones
whispering of sun

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Root Whispers

she touched tree stumps
turned them over in her mind
what will old roots tell?

 

 

 

winter promises (a haiku)

winter promises
memories of warmer days
whispered in cold nights

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A sequel to my haiku “the smell of winter”. Somehow the words “winter promises” stuck in my mind and had to become part of something else. There is a bigger picture, but at the moment I lack the words to capture it in all its nuances, so an open, ongoing series of short pieces of writing is all I can try, following the random strings and paths my thoughts weave.