Haiku – Page 6 – Bonnie Saul Wilks

haiku: little girl

no shoes to tie or hair to untangle, but the little girl lingers

just a baby born blessed is the kindling that sparked redemption’s great flame

Pontormo’s “Visitation” -famous mothers, Elizabeth and Mary mothers carried seeds of change in their wombs, the whole world waited in hope

blown before the wind brittle brown leaves dancing at their own funeral dirge

there is a candle that searches the deep places scatters the darkness

silent winter night candlelight cheers the heart with that same thrill of hope

hand-hewn cobblestones old-world traditions remain today’s foundations

rubied leaf shivers in the autumn breeze, dressed up for a funeral

nourish grains of truth starve seeds of doubt, reap fields of liberty

skeleton of life brittle shred once pumped green blood into maple sap