Four blue jays and twenty-one geese,
A hawk, a starling,
Seagulls away from sea —
I read you like a letter,
A haiku in Spring.
I heard you like soft Autumn walk,
And clouds not wanting to be still.
I heard you in the wind,
When it blew in from the North.
A crisp clean chill,
An announcement
Of endings and beginnings.
I saw you in the Sun that did not last,
I saw you in the expectant Moon that came,
Made way for darkness and dawn.
Then gave it all up to the wind-
And I flew.
-Tahiya
