Poems from my Window

Below is a small collection of poems that stemmed from opening my window for the first time since winter began.

Ikkyu Couplet

The door can be closed,
But the window is always open.

Haiku 15

open window
high heals clomping
in the night

Tanka

Open window in spring
Cool calming breeze,
carries the sound of
clomping heels.
I am never truly alone.


Haibun 10

Night. I sit in my room alone. The window is open and a cool breeze has an uplifting quality. I can feel a hunger and energy inside me. Something has flipped a switch. Restlessness in the night forces productivity, an inner drive to some unknown end that Spring herself doesn’t understand.

outside heels click
and curiosity
drives my eyes away