On the hydrangeas
the weight of the morning sun
the evening sun
The mother birds calling its young ones..beautiful haiku!
very softly evocative, so lovely to re and re read
something haunting in this lovely haiku!
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.
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