Poetry, especially in small forms like haiku, becomes a quiet practice—one that opens awareness, softens the mind, and prepares us to write again.
Haikus in a pandemic
Why write haikus during a pandemic?
Snow falls haiku
Snow falls gently on a spring day. Like sadness, snow clings to limbs, buds, and blades of grass. Its frozen beauty silences birdsong, and laughter, but also unites the land with hope, peace, and stillness.
