#327 of 365 – 3 Haiku

3 Haiku

 

she cried yesterday

first day of pre-school; today

she started eighth grade

 

 

 

they burn such glory

demanding we remember

Autumn’s final breath

 

 

 

air sticks to my skin

soggy and damp―till a sweet

breeze kisses the day

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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7 Responses to #327 of 365 – 3 Haiku

  1. redgladiola says:

    I love haiku! These were all very nice but my favorite is the first. You’ve captured such a great span of time in such few words. ❤

  2. kestrelba says:

    My daughter is the same age. I feel the pain as she grows up so fast. Here is a piece of her Haiku from last year.
    Water is running
    quickly down the mountain side,
    while the bird sits still.

    Beautiful.

    All the very best,
    Alan

  3. Fig Tree Chance says:

    You’re still writing phenomenally–what a treat today.

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