Haiku collection 2
Today I’m pleased to offer another collection of haiku by Jaelynne Tolman, dedicated to Kim, who has taught me a lot about moving while at
Today I’m pleased to offer another collection of haiku by Jaelynne Tolman, dedicated to Kim, who has taught me a lot about moving while at
By Karen Deal Robinson In midsummer, vines fill my window, And the sun hides high above the eaves, And can’t find the crystal I’ve hung
By Shirley Wilsey You will wander for a time In this dark wood But one day, looking up Through looming branches You’ll catch a
By Kim Hansen You will not have time To fully experience the yellow hummingbird If you aren’t ready within yourself when you come upon it.
If you’re not familiar with Michael Hedges’ music, Stace Johnson offers a concise introduction in the eulogy he wrote after Michael’s untimely death. My husband
By Shirley Wilsey Too bad we can’t change the spelling Sensorship would be healthier If we paid attention to what we And other people were
When you dig What do you find? The roots of life Piercing the soil. What do you find In the roots of your soul, Piercing
Today I offer six haiku by Jaelynne Tolman. These weren’t written to be grouped together, but I like how they relate to one another. I
In the bleak midwinter frosty wind makes moan, earth stands hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow has fallen, snow on snow, snow on