A poem-maker lives with silence, happily straining to hear what the trees whisper to the raindrops. It is winter and the rain is welcome. It arrives with warmer temperatures and the scent of the ocean.
After Christmas, she receives a gift – three gifts, really. A daughter arrives with her husband and new baby for an extended visit while their new place is made ready.
Silence departs to make room for the guests. The poem-maker puts aside the pen and listens to the new sounds.
The baby gurgles, squeals, giggles and trills along all day, even singing himself to sleep. She hears her daughter sing – and everyone joins in the song…. and the laughter. Soon, she can even hear her own heart singing. And it sounds like the gentle patter of winter rain on the roof.
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a mother’s voice –
the sound of winter rain
a whispered lullaby
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For Recuerda Mi Corazon – haiku my heart
For Carpe Diem – heart sutra
With or without the prose portion, the haiku stands on its own merits as being perfect in spirit, tone, and language. A marvelous creation! Bravo!
Ron
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so beautiful – so evocative – thank you!
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A lovely post, in haiku and prose.
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Ah, ah, ah…
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Awesome haiku Wabi … what a joy to read this response on our first day prompt of February.
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A mother’s lullaby is naturally soothing to the baby! Nicely Wabi!
Hank
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Your words give soothing thoughts to the pitter-patter! x
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Beautiful haibun!
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This is one of the best I have read from you.. wonderful
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beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!
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a warm maternal haiku, Wabi. lovely moment, thanks.
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I liked the way you created it and the way you have expresses….a very warm haiku in the rain..
http://rameshsood.blogspot.in/2014/02/hot-tea-turns-colder-haiku.html
RS:)
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This is so beautiful, Wabi. Lovely feelings!
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