The haiku here have nature themes embedded in them. Anyone who knows me knows that nature – trees, flowers, birds, water, peaks, valleys, and so on – is a huge part of my identity. I love these things as they exist but also for their symbolism and their healing powers. The more I explore nature out in the real world and write about it, the closer I feel to myself, but also my late maternal grandma, Grace. She and I went on lots of long walks growing up. Her passion for walking was born out of her love for nature, her drive to get up and go, and necessity as she never had a driver’s license and could never afford a car.

Some of these haiku were written in a retrospective space, as a response to the nature I was actively seeing and emotions I was feeling, and some were simply made up in my creative mind. You’ll even pick up on nature themes in my other haiku outside of this section.

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  • thousand palms oasis

    subdued blue skies and
    air that hangs heavy like drapes
    that can strangle you

    the wild palms stand high
    their unpruned skirts hanging low
    and alluringly

  • southern california

    cotton candy blues
    juxtaposed with blushing peaks
    postcard-worthy views

  • mother nature

    my mother’s nature
    is to weep for me and teach
    me to shed dead weight

  • cycles

    we flow like water
    we crash noisily, recede,
    and repeat ourselves

  • motherhood

    when we feel, like earth
    we find our motherly touch
    and give birth to love

  • being

    when we flow like air
    we are still, like unbothered
    redwoods in the wind

  • rainy nights

    rain pitter-patters
    and skitter-scatters all night
    nature's lullaby

  • rain sounds

    rhythmic sounds of rain
    tapping on my window pane
    soothing my mind’s pain

  • winter love

    winter’s the season
    for exchanging body heat
    and snowy kisses

  • it's brick out

    back-breaking cold air
    muted blue, dark cloud filled skies
    dead frozen grass fields

  • high times

    i am in the sky
    with kites and green apple pies
    a jaybird's nearby

  • where's spring?

    54 degrees
    there’s a subtle hint of cold
    springtime’s overdue

  • impious hues

    god painted the sky
    in the colors of our sins
    dark blue, blood orange lust

  • that one time i had chickens

    our remaining hens
    crowed all morn and afternoon
    pixel’s a rooster

  • winter in nyc

    the air, brisk and vain
    the people, colder and swift
    welcome to new york

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