Well, so far, so good. I’ve managed a haiku everyday. Here are the fruits of my first week’s labors (even though it wasn’t a full week…). The Twaikus from Week 1 of National Poetry Month:
the horizon is/no longer fixed, in flight/a breeze leads astray
the robin sits, king/against the early green shoots/his, this patch of earth
whispers in blossoms/sweet words brush gentle, lips part/eyes close against sun
branches twist awkward/gives voice to wind, howling/your absence haunting
April brings late snow/blankets awakening earth/tender buds in ice
I am happier with some than with others…what can I say? A poem a day doesn’t leave a lot of time for revision.