To no avail

umbrellas open ~ we seek protection from storms ~ it is all in vain —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

The Inevitable

on our way to death ~ we should play and laugh and sing ~ make each moment count —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Contact

drifting in the dark ~ sickle moon in autumn nights ~ when stars get to touch —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Falling

the meaning of rain ~ slips silently through our minds ~ drop by precious drop —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Matured

green growth of young minds ~ nurtured, summered and ripened ~ in autumn ochres —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Just sitting

at the waterside ~ somewhere in a different town ~ we sit with our dreams —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Fall

in the autumn winds ~ I tumbled into your space ~ bringing southern spring —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa