Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

A Haiku: Interlude

on August 17, 2015

Moldy blueberries
Today on my cereal
Summer’s curtain falls.

Months before grapefruit
Second banana takes bow
Stand-in for next star.

6 responses to “A Haiku: Interlude

  1. This speaks so simply and sweetly of the change in seasons.

  2. Meredith says:

    I enjoy your poems. So much feeling.

  3. ((((hugs)))) so somebody else confesses to an occasional moldy blueberry! I love this one.

  4. vivachange77 says:

    You too? Thanks, Susan. 🙂

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