On the hydrangeas

the weight of the morning sun

the evening sun


mother's voice everywhere
in a wide August field


Uma Anandane said...

The mother birds calling its young ones..beautiful haiku!

Beatrice V said...

very softly evocative, so lovely to re and re read

Kelly M. said...

something haunting in this lovely haiku!

Cora Whitmore said...

This haiku is a memory of the time my mother's ashes were spread over the ocean. I was at the edge of a field far away inland at that time. It seemed her voice was everywhere and in everything speaking to me in that August field, and it was indescribably free and joyous.