Haiku #731 – #732

731.

Are there miracles
Higher-made than walking through
A falling blossom?

732.

Beautiful blossom,
A soft and welcome flurry;
Less so, still, than you.

Savour My Saviour

I’ll savour this day
Despite daily hurts;
One of so many
Until we emerged;
If lived without hurting
I’d own lesser words
For usurping circadian
Grasshopper thoughts,
To find Life’s Arcadia
Held by our terms,
Not yet in wide heaven
But here on this earth.

Haiku #632

632.

I imagine you
Are told you are beautiful.
Yet I am still mute.

Haiku #578

578.

Beauty is wordless,
In that no words could deserve
To describe your love.

Haiku #377

377.

They struck six cow-bells.
I don’t know if the dead heard,
But we applauded.