Haiku is a Japanese form of poetry.
The poems are limited to 3 lines and 17 syllables.

5 on the first line,
7 on the second line,
and 5 on the third.


I try to write one Haiku everyday.
Most days I fail, but some days inspiration strikes.
Sometimes it gushes for days at a time.
You can never tell when something will touch your heart.

Thanks for spending a moment reading
Haiku from the Heart.

I hope you'll be back to read my words.


Friday, February 5, 2021

Mirror Image

When your reflection
screams at you with raw fury,
something has to change.

Thursday, January 28, 2021

Sometimes You'll Get It Wrong

When pulling out weeds,
some seedlings get trampled too.
Still, the garden grows.

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Can't Do It All

When winter holds sway,
even the mighty oak slows -
waiting for spring growth.

Wednesday, September 30, 2020

They Need The Space

The acorn that falls
close to the giant oak tree,
grows not a giant.

Sunday, September 20, 2020

Are You Really Helping?

Lifting his child's burden.
Water withheld from parched Earth.
So the cloud lets go.