Beloved Crabapple
A hidden weakness
Exploited by wind and storm.
Blossoms on the ground.
I’m not sure we will be able to save the rest of our crabapple tree. Long has it cheered us with vivid pink blossoms in the spring.
I’m back to haiku, as you can see. It’s a lovely form of poetry that gives firm boundaries, but allows for beautiful freedom within those boundaries. Isn’t freedom always made more meaningful within boundaries? After my last extended haiku phase, my friend Teresa gave honor to it by contributing her own:
Enjoyed the Haiku.
Thoughts with rhythm are peaceful
Feel free to write more.
When I asked permission to share it on the blog, she cleverly replied:
Feel free to do so
As one whom I do regard
My beloved friend.
I can’t help but think that there are others of you out there with Haiku in your heads just waiting to find expression. Send them to me and I’ll share them on my blog. If you want, you can also share a photo to go with it.
Go and Haiku!
I’ll probably delete this in the morning. Possibly. There’s a small chance of it. Infinitesimally small.
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