A meek sun peeks through,
warmth against the chilly cheek;
autumn blushes, falls.
Young love
Tag: favourites
Hear, hear!
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Isn’t Sylvia the best? I love her writing—there’s something so enchanting about the way she transforms grief and depression into such evocative words.
I’m away on holiday for a couple of weeks, and until I get back with more haiku and photographs, I’m sharing some of my favourite quotes. Hope you enjoy!
If you want more, check these out:
Travel haiku | Musings about life | Copywriting adventures
Unknowable
Deep-set mystery,
pleated within a mushroom;
nature, sign of life.
Photo: The inside of a dried mushroom. Here’s the same one in all its glory.
See?
Like poetry, tea,
bit light or dark and bitter,
triggers reflections.
Throwback
Looking at the past
eyes longing for the future—
cycles of nature.
