Talk Back: A Haiku

Second-Story Windows

I’m explaining
Away
The shimmering leaves
The gust that inspired them
The light they danced with
The grace with which they fell

They’ve
Nothing
To
Do with you
At
All

He
With a clarinet voice in June
On a lone sun day sang his joy us tune
What a gift was he

Me
On a journey that won’t end soon
Thru windows without strings calling the moon
He’ll remember me

My god, the green
I watched as it withered
Far from the windows, my soul

Whether Storms or Sun

Or the Wreckage of Rainbows

Open Your Windows

A blessed closet,
The best heart, a breathless life
And I damned well share

Posted on May 7, 2015 by Lisa Rosier

The city, she talks

Someone should save her from her

Start with her windows