Spring Haiku #1

deep night rain hammers
outside on the old tin roof —
blossoms arising

I drove home from work after midnight last night. It was my son’s eighth birthday. The cake from his celebration that I had missed sat half-eaten on the counter, surrounded by cards from his grandparents.

I haven’t had the time to capture poems and words lately, even as small snippets of them have run through my mind, my days. As I crawled into bed next to my wife last night, I heard the spring rain outside. For a moment, clarity.

18 thoughts on “Spring Haiku #1

    1. bussokuseki Post author

      Thank you, Nancy, for reading and taking the time to comment – it is a gift. It is funny how sometimes the juxtaposition can be so perfect… Be well~

      Reply

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