Day 8: harvest haiku
a poem a day in the month of may
Friends,
How are you feeling? We are 8 days into May, into this practice of letting words and poetry speak to us. It is quite a conversation to have with ourselves, with The Sacred, with The Universe, isn’t it?
Words are such guides, whether we realize it or not.
Today’s word is harvest, and I’m writing a few haiku poems.
Feel free to do the same, or keep up with whatever you’re most comfortable with!
Can’t wait to read what you glean from it.
Harvest
In the dying light
I see what I must gather
And release my grip
There is the moonlight
To tell me it is autumn
I learn what death means
Here everything glows
Death kisses abundance now
And we dance in lights
[In honor of the elderberry harvest in July]
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Purple-blue nectar,
Staining fingers and bare feet,
Jewels of summer.
Sweat on my forehead,
A hawk wheeling in thin sky,
Elders in my hands.
They say if you speak
to plants with kindness, they'll grow
bigger and stronger.
What could we harvest
if we treated each other
with such tenderness?