shedding denim jeans my caterpillar cuffs uncurl flakes of earth
Karen
autumn cicadas gentle song-drops, chirping all night lullaby
Karen, March 2019
crescent moon sisters dark when the other is light sky pirouette
Karen, March 2019
A haiku that doesn't fit the syllable length, or format, yet lives anyway ... "The girl lives in the singing blue moon, that rises, falls, and sets, in the corner of her bedroom window."