jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

my moon haiku on NaHaiWriMo (to mark the lunar eclipse)

full moon in Sechelt, BC

1.
rising moon—
the door latch opens for you
to gather me in

2.
pushing through the pines
Rose Moon
breaches my darkness

3.
waning moon—
breeze rearranges the petals
tighter together

June 17, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment