Spring

then our hearts were high ~ sweet as the hummm of the bees ~ in those youthful years —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Seasons

though grown together ~ every leaf that falls, falls alone ~ returning to dust —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Now

there’s nothing to do ~ but to dream in the moment ~ let tomorrow be —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Insects

a story unfolds ~ your eyes wander to a stop ~ and I butterfly —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Once stilled

quivering grasses ~ whisper softly in the wind ~ what the dead can’t hear —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Narrative

it is not our story ~ the one of sharing one place ~ this is more complex —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Criss-cross

a flickering maze ~ journeying to our destinies ~ labyrinth of time —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa