I was thinking of Hurricane Sandy and how it disrupted so much. For me it meant a lot of rain and a short power outage and no haiku slam. Not so bad as all that happened to others. Haiku have been on hiatus here for a bit so it’s time to get back at it.
quiet busyness
hollow of an empty hand
nights without a dream.the light on rising
creeping in with day’s colors
making not a soundfilling every day
the work, the conversation
the night’s black stillness.the light on water
birdbath in twilight’s garden
still silver mirror.
