Melissa Howell is a graduate student studying for her Master of Divinity to be an Episcopal priest and healthcare chaplain. Originally from the coast of Massachusetts, she is attending seminary in the beautiful mountains of Tennessee. When she is not studying or reading and writing haiku, she enjoys hiking, cooking, running, and spending time with her husband and their two chihuahuas.
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loves me
loves me not
shredded daisies ?
What a tender way of seeing the tendril of a drip line.
Field hospital? ;-)
the slow drips
of our IV lines . . .
winter lilies
(Modern Haiku. Autumn 2016;
The Haiku Calendar 2018)
Lovely image of the line as a vine of morning glories. Transformative.
Grand Melissa; that line of life, drip by drip!
__ This, nature's parallel to your heartful verse, prompted my imagination. Thank you. _m
ivy vine
enlivened with each due drop
natures care
Oh! So well observed, Melissa.
marion