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I am catching up on my Haiku writing and checking out the different perspectives. Lovely format. Hope I did it right. Does it always have a Nature aspect?
Happy Friday, Meri !
I love your haiku, too. "Ephemeral." Beautiful word.
And "in a transitory world, peonies blossom."
So true. Here's to enjoying them while they last.
Noelle
Have a nice day, Boonie
All of life is transitory... no matter how we might wish it otherwise. At least we can be assured that there will always be something new on the journey.
Thank you for this loveliness today.
~Deb
peonies
unfurling petals
then dying
Haiku My Heart…Coyote
Just read your comment on the main haiku page.
I had no idea that my page was closed. Thanks so much for alerting me. I confuse myself with my different pages :-)
I was a little sad that nobody had stopped by. Anyways, the door is open.
so impossibly soft pink.
i am so lost in beauty, my words fall short like small stones.
Happy days