I remember a glorious girl with glorious red, red hair and a way of looking at the world I deeply envied.
I wrote this haiku after watching my daughter play in the piles of leaves in the playground after school when she was tiny . The playground was full of these minute creatures swathed in uniforms and aprons far too big - maternal frugality at its most curious!
Haiku for Marion
Small hands in red pockets
scattering winter's leaves
scarlet, floating feathers.
Thanks so much for your lovely post, Julia <3 - my life is so much richer for your being in it.
ReplyDeleteHow kind you are!
ReplyDeleteI am so glad we have met again - so many memories to catch up!
Lovely thought... !
ReplyDelete__I -was there- at this first meeting... by reading this haiku. It would seem you both are lucky! _m