i've lived in villages where the stars slipped through the reed walls like diamonds at night and in the predawn, the smoke from the comal drifted in curls towards the brightening sky as loving hands padded tortillas into perfect yellow moons. no keys,just hearts always open with a willingness to share. thank you for joining us at haiku my heart and for flooding my heart in cherished memories of village life.
I can't imagine such a farewell... but your haiku brings it home, right to my heart.
ReplyDeleteThank You for your appreciation
DeleteYour haiku says so very much...
ReplyDeleteGood luck.
ReplyDeleteThanks
DeleteWishing you safe travels to your new home.
ReplyDeleteA wealth of meaning in those few perfect words.
ReplyDeleteThank You for appreciating
DeleteThis is a very striking image.
ReplyDeleteThank You
DeleteWhen you can't find the lock, maybe, just maybe, you don't need it!
ReplyDeleteThank you
Deletei've lived in villages where the stars slipped through the reed walls like diamonds at night and in the predawn, the smoke from the comal drifted in curls towards the brightening sky as loving hands padded tortillas into perfect yellow moons. no keys,just hearts always open with a willingness to share. thank you for joining us at haiku my heart and for flooding my heart in cherished memories of village life.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot
DeleteWhat a beautiful farewell!
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteYou have the key. That's a start.
ReplyDeleteThanks
Delete