Haiku: The Waiting Series
Mar. 27th, 2003 08:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whitereflection(3 haiku, 1 tanka ; Written 3/26/03)
Waiting I: Spring
Listless clouds hang low
over the dim-grey city;
Rain still does not fall.
***
Waiting II: Of Summer
Holding my breath, I
listen past the horizon--
my heart beats thunder.
***
Waiting III: Loss
Sunlight breaks through grey;
slate blue clouds roll out of sight.
Mourn the stillborn storm.
***
Waiting IV: Commencement
A blue-black bruised sky:
Water-fragrant winds gust chill,
sharp drops on my face.
Reaching out my hand, I let
curious skin taste the rain.
Waiting I: Spring
Listless clouds hang low
over the dim-grey city;
Rain still does not fall.
***
Waiting II: Of Summer
Holding my breath, I
listen past the horizon--
my heart beats thunder.
***
Waiting III: Loss
Sunlight breaks through grey;
slate blue clouds roll out of sight.
Mourn the stillborn storm.
***
Waiting IV: Commencement
A blue-black bruised sky:
Water-fragrant winds gust chill,
sharp drops on my face.
Reaching out my hand, I let
curious skin taste the rain.