Wake Up Call

Late winter and we are still wrapped in blankets, staring out the window at remnants of last week’s snow. You notice it first and point it out to me. The witch hazel is blooming! We grab coats, hats and boots before heading out the door, like two excited puppies.

your song slips through 
the breeze 
after so many months 
my heart reopens

haikuKATHA Issue 5

March 22, 2022