poui blossoms fall
I am torn between looking
up and down
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Gillena Cox
Now retired from the Government service where I worked from 1968 to 2003. Born February 1950. I am married to Anthony Cox since 1971; we have two children - a daughter Yanda; and a son Khama. Writing poetry is my dearest hobby. I enjoy the aspect of abstraction in haiku. Beside my writing I spend quiet time reading and crocheting. I also enjoy a challenging game of Scrabble. I am a member of the World Haiku Club and some of my poems appears at World Haiku Review, my work can also be read at The Heron's Nest, In Buddha's Temple, Charnwood, Wordchimes, and poetry.com My poetry site is PatchWork, poetry for the whole family. View all posts by Gillena Cox
sakura
keeps falling over
the love letter i read
shaking the rain
from the plum blossoms
a gray squirrel
spring seems near –
bougainvillea blossoms
never fall
such natural grace
art can only imitate
a white peony
Beautiful! It has that aha! moment; I want to hold my breath and join in that moment of acute awareness that you have so eloquently written about. Thank you.
fallen bougainvillea blossoms –
my hopes
were dashed, as well