a vague passengerfrozen and muted, walls of icescreaming into song
mushy orange leavesa numbing feeling of dreadfilling the channel
Only a whisperMy heart was crying to sayOnly a whisper
crying for God’s lovethe sun seems a bright full moonthrough the wintery mist
No! The pond is dryNo ducks come near to greet meNo water splashing
A couple of months ago Claire Whipple, a visual artist, used one of my haiku’s as an inspiration for a watercolour piece.