Up north

under ancient skies ~ summer is falling asleep ~ with the softest sigh —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Roamers

free from all bondage ~ we drift on wings of dreaming ~ listening for space —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Storm

from a rugged cliff ~ I hear the north wind roaring ~ whispering your name —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

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

Once stilled

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

Van Gogh alive: Kalmar, Sweden, September 2019

if this is madness ~ I do not need to be sane ~ just deeply alive —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa