light slants through the clouds
we leave the cemetery
bearing her with us
"Art does not reflect the visible; rather, it makes visible" ~Paul Klee
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6 comments:
touching one, Nora
wishes,
devika
Your haiku about your grandmother have been very touching to read. I'm sorry for your loss. This one works so well--reversing, as it does, the common logic.
Thank you, Kurt. I had the world's greatest grandmother. Her list of attributes and accomplishments is very long, so I want to honor her. Plus, in this haiku, I recognize her huge legacy that continues.
beautiful
john
a gentle breeze
nudges the golden leaf
her grandma's death
Thank you all for your kind condolences.
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