I wondered what it would be like to combine some of the haiku from my most previous post. This happened:
Thoughts Walking
by
Radiance Angelina Petro
Good morning snow drops hiding under the shade
of the Siberian cypress. May I join you?
Last of the snow, may I join you in melting?
Early frog, with the gold spot between your eyes,
teach me everything you know.
Two carp—one golden, one white, emerge from the murky darkness,
moving slow as afternoon dreams.
Welcome back heron who never left. Frost sliding from your hunched shoulders.
Dear lavender field on the neighboring hill. Are you wishing
for something? It’s best you don’t.
Twisted oak, growing through the cemetery fence,
my heart is tangled in fences too.
Walking still, I find a weather-washed deer skull. Its antlers
hold the sky.
There’s a man without a home, sitting against an old beech tree,
shaking off the world.
Fly! You’ve come early, rubbing your hands together.
What mischief are you planning?
Buttercups, washed in the sun, lining my path through the woods.
I know—big steps, little steps.
Just keep walking.