A Poem a Day (35): Rose & 3 haiku

Rose

The lady wanders wearily through this world

So cold

Waiting between the echoes of silence

Says a few words to no one in particular

Rain caresses down

Her palms rise to touch the chilled glass

Pressing her nose against the windowpane

Blowing warm life

Her fingers trace curling patterns in the haze

Distilled in the light refracted from the moon

Making its starlight crossing

Strangers stroll past, lost in their indifference

Shadows sketched in outline without form

Toes tapping

An escape of life happening in the moment

Shielded, the Fool will never be compromised

She stretches up

Reaching beyond herself to the unfathomable

The unthinkable self that steps into itself

So she is one

Pure of heart and design, watching the world weave

3 haiku

Commuting

Amid the morn rush

Inside spills the numbing crush;

This dance with strangers

Wren

Trills the wren so light

Flutters, flits her little tail,

Bewitch, twitch and gone

Night

On this moonlit stroll

Wrapt, hand-in-hand, noticing

Nothing but greatness

copyright Vickie Johnstone

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