Delicate Letters

My ribs are branches
on which invisible birds
perch on winter nights.
Enter, acrobats!
Begin your parade through town,
though the north wind moans.
I lower my eyes
when I see the light in yours,
Sister Winter Moon.

© 2023 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on January 27, 2023, in 5-7-5, haiku, Haiku My Heart, Poets & Storytellers United, Recuerda Mi Corazon, The Whirligig and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. My ribs are branches
    on which invisible birds
    perch on winter nights

    this speaks to me so deeply. i can “see” it, feel it, breathe it!

  2. I thought of those acrobats jumping about on my ribs! Not quite the light fluttering of birds.

  3. The first haiku – like Rebecca: I can see it… really wonderful! Have a great weekend dear! Hug from Holland.

  4. The lowering of eyes … a nice way to express respect, perhaps shyness, at moon’s wonder.

  5. Arnaud Carbonnier

    I do like these 3 haikus.

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