blue clouds hide sun--
writing Christmas cards
your crossed-out name
Here is a quote I came across in an interview with Rita Gray, a NY City haikuist and play therapist. Ce Rosenow interviewed her in the October 2011 edition of "Ripples: Haiku Society of America Newsletter." Here's what Rita said about the appeal of haiku, "I am drawn to haiku because it is the poetry of the senses, rooted in nature and the seasons. In these aspects it is very concrete, and common to all people. I also like that the form is so compact, which gives nuance to every word. Haiku are also spacious. They provide the writer, and the reader, with room for big human experiences..."
Today started out grey and dark, but by mid-afternoon when I was half buried in old envelopes and three different address books--one tiny, one old, one never updated--the sun had come out but was playing hide and seek with a covey of startling dark blue clouds. There was that one moment when turning a page, I spotted in my neat handwriting (for once) my college roommate's address. Two weeks ago I heard that she had died. I sent a card to her husband; it was the hardest one I wrote, knowing the great sadness he must be feeling.
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