mother's voice everywhere
hummingbird
in a wide August field
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4 comments:
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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