The Nature of Things

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Amaryllis blooms
in the darkest of seasons,
the light that I crave.

~*~

Black moth and fireflies
do things that nobody thinks,
dark and beautiful.

~*~

Who knows how sky feels
passing by the whites and pinks,
thousand orchard tales.

~*~

The state of my lips
is somewhat like parched landscape,
awaiting soft rain.

~*~

The language of leaves
is one understood by ear,
sweet susrurration.

 

 

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16 Replies to “The Nature of Things”

  1. A beautiful series of haiku, Sanaa. I especially love:
    β€˜Black moth and fireflies
    do things that nobody thinks,
    dark and beautiful’;
    and
    β€˜The state of my lips
    is somewhat like parched landscape,
    awaiting soft rain.’

  2. Loving all of these….most especially the parched lips.
    Ah….and thank you for the memories…..when we were raising our children in Iowa, we had a large front yard and in the summer, many of the neighborhood’s children would join our with jars in hand, to catch fireflies. We always let them go a short time later….they were so magical to see. And when the kids were really young, it gave them good exercise right before bed to run around trying to catch them!

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