One year. Four seasons. Three lines.
Four Examples from a never ending passion project: depicting the flow of hours into days into seasons into years, expressed in haiku. Weather, encounters, moods, memories. A compressed synthesis of the human experiment. A challenge in seventeen syllables and three lines.
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October, 10th
A little crumb of me
I bring out to the birds to prey
Oh I know this cruel beak
October, 11th
Watching the starlings
In pale morning's cold embrace
Still thinking of you
October, 12th
It may be unwise
To long for distant stars, yet
I do still love you
October, 13th
'Tis but a small bird
Landing by the seeds I spread
Why do I envy him?