I have been writing haiku for the past year, often just upon waking, looking out at the same view. Yet each day the sky changes, the tree moves through the seasons, and I am different. It has become a way to find myself in the world.
I have been working with the 5 - 7 - 5 syllable form. Being held by this constraint feels right.
Gradually, as the haiku have collected in my journals, I began to see brushstrokes joining them . Here is a small collection of what is emerging.
