Insulation

the crowd passes by ~ as I watch from the window ~ of our silent world —© 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

To be still

there is so much noise ~ therefore we become ~ fluent in silence —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Melt

easy, just let go ~ become soft in the moment ~ and drift on the wind —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Drifting

I am suspended ~ for I have a private moon ~ within which I wait —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Black

these days of onyx ~ these days of ruminating ~ about what was lost —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa

Early light

yawn at my window ~ pluck me from a deep slumber ~ a pink break of day —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa