I am like a dew
crying wet morning tranquility
teal bay lives in me
Sing for me passing stream
fragile weight of pearly stones
lift with your murmur
Fragrant like fresh bark
little-moon-dreams in spring air
landed on my wet hair
[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2013]
Your poetry is so pretty. I just can’t get the feel of the haiku. 😦
I probably am spending too much time counting on my fingers instead of thinking of lovely wispy airy thoughts.
Thank you, Ladysighs!
I love writing haiku!
Just the sole process of creations makes me happy. The number of syllabubs rarely gets in my way… but I know what you mean – sometimes I am like that too..counting on my fingers 🙂