Gentle Tread of Spring
4 Haiku
redbud blooms quietly
as I sleep through last frost
at first blush of dawn
samaras tumble down
faster than I sweep, so I
let them rain on me
cardinal perches,
my heart lifts from winter gloom,
soaring as it soars
wisteria blooms
outside in soft morning light–
my soul company
© Neetu Malik
Some of Neetu’s Books
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I drop pebbles slowly
watch them fall
in a shallow stream -
she reaches out
touches fog
she had hoped
for the sun -
Walk me through
your caveshow me the petroglyphs
the stories
you have laboriously pecked on the walls
with your hammer stone,
carved in the light of a lantern
where shadows cast gloom. -
I am but dust
a grain of sand
blowing whichever way
the wind blows
in the universe -
You were the guest at my table picking on the corners of the table cloth, fingers nervously folding and unfolding mutilated pride.
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