#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



About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, 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.


    All the very best,

  3. Fig Tree Chance says:

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

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