Observing changes through the lense of haiku. Fall's Prairie Full with shades of brown, hints of green, summer's embers - grasses in autumn. Sign in to see full entry.
Not haiku, but still a small poem.... This is dedicated to the birthmothers of my children. Birthmother Options planned thinking over and over- To keep or to give? In truth, a love gift pulled from air of labored breath Breathing life beyond the birthing Cherishing this tiny other into the pains of leaving my baby with another mother Sign in to see full entry.