Coming home from a precious, short visit with my daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter this weekend, there was plenty of time alone in the car to think. As I considered some of our conversations, ideas emerged, in Haiku form–a short poem for a short visit. I love Haiku’s minimalist framework, as it presses and refines immense meaning into a mustard-seed shell. Without further ado, my offerings:

Generations here
heart to heart our stories share–
legacies of love.

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Rooted, solid, old
autumnal trees, mountains, me~
glowing as we fade
©JoanTWarren

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