Yesterday, while waiting for my sister at Circus Space I wrote a haiku. I know it's spring and the clock just went forward, but I wrote about...guess what?
cold, glittering soft
sugar dust drifting frozen
sparkling in the light
Then I wrote another one. It wasn't as good:
wrinkled grey heavy
picking trees in the jungle
I long to ride it
It is very hard for me to count syllables so I have to ask for help. Today I asked my sister's friend for help. We were sitting on the shed in the garden, and I wanted to write about my sister. I'm going to name it 'love' even though my mother says that haikus don't have titles:
my sister loves cats
she loves to play hide and seek
I love her today
good
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