Two haiku and one tanka in Kokako 29, 2018, a journal of the New Zealand Poetry Society:
where the house
only cherry blossoms
the burden of keeping
the forgiving vagueness
of frosted glass
no attribution for this lovely picture I found online
Forget-Me-Not by SarahharaS1 (c) 2013
Don’t Forget Me When I’m Gone
Don’t forget me when I’m gone.
I’ll be there thinking about you.
Don’t forget me in my silence.
I’ll bring you back a poem.
Don’t forget me when you’re sad.
I’ll be ready to understand your tears.
Don’t forget me when life is good.
I’ll be happy to laugh along with you.
Don’t forget me if the glass breaks.
I’ll be there to sweep up the shards.
Don’t forget me when you doubt.
I’ll listen to your words spill out.
Don’t forget me in the dark.
I’ll bring you a small violet star.
Don’t forget me when I leave.
I’ll return. I always will
Forget-Me-Not, photograph by Flowers HD.com
(Photograph © 2014 by Harald Illsinger)
caught in the night,
Awakening to the fog
of a December dawn.
This sweet pale rosebud
delicately iced over,
Thin slick of frost
lightly brushed on
As if an angel chose
to paint, capturing
The morning’s canvas
where season changes
To season, autumn
turning into winter,
Short days giving in
to long nights of silence
As your fragile calyx
gives you up to the day.
Many thanks to photographer Harald Illsinger for allowing me to use his beautiful photograph, ‘Frosty Morning,’ (c) 2014)