38. Dagens slut
before the last
moments of a day
night turns on
B i r g i t t a
love sharing
crumbs of delicious days
just for us
above all with
wings widely spread
a wishful new year
thirteen is crucial
when lost memories are counted
a cloudy sky
My last rose from my garden. Number 5 of 5 haiku about this last love. ❤
Now it is gone for ever. Soon enough new roses are to be born in my garden.
hold me tight
soon enough I am falling apart
my heart for a wish
it’s opening up
once more to experience
while life ends
En liten vissnad blomma …
mostly joy
sometimes sadness
the vivid life
feather in blue
makes the finding clear
for a caterpillar
sharp as truth
like her intense gaze
flowers say goodbye