In the process of writing this blog site, and trying to remember my ninth grade quintessential English teacher, woman of course, I have been working on simplification. Paring to the essentials as much as possible. And all of a sudden, the short haiku style poems have popped out.
A Moment
Sunlight in a drop of rain
On a small branch
Moving with a breeze
Clings for a moment
Gone. Clarity
A.S. 1/20/21
