March 2025 – Leanna

Haiku 089/365

Blossoms in the air Floating on a wave of wind Crashing on the ground.

Taste the fresh air as It’s pressed on bare skin. Sink your Teeth, prepare to dip in.

How does one keep on Going? What drives or tethers You to this plane here?

How does one step in To their power? How do you Become authentic?

Planning a picnic Under the blossoms.. it should Be a scenic date. 🌸

The waves fall into Our mind. We look beyond; They look behind them.

Sadness creeps to numb Numbness leaks in me. Panic Speaks. I want to sleep.

I submitted it. Poems for a magazine. I’m scared, but happy.

Music carries me… Transcending time and space. It Says “Let me hold you!”

Existence is real But perception deceives. Am I what I believe?