In the forest

black-eyed Susans bloom ~ just before the Winter’s cold ~ when visiting you —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Teenager

when you laugh too loud ~ I cannot see your mind’s depth ~ or feel your heartbeat —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Heartsong

writing those lyrics ~ all the words to our music ~ fill a gentle space —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Raconteur

this he narrative ~ is not another story ~ it’s a life’s design —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

A Swedish tale

lost in a child’s heart ~ there’s flowers on a sausage ~ sparkles on the moon —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Little devil

with this andante ~ the perfect pace is primed ~ for our minds to fly —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Soweto rising

found in the ashes ~ if a heart that is burning ~ with every day’s light —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa