Planting Basil at Sunrise
Sleep has broken me
Fears prickle the lighting air
The herbs smell like peace
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Sleep has broken me
Fears prickle the lighting air
The herbs smell like peace
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The essence of a new day and the hope it brings, lovely write!
love the subtlety of “prickle”
Good morning, Sunshine! I have a basil plant in my kitchen window. I’ve managed to keep it alive for almost a year now (a feat, trust me), and I love the way it releases its scent every time I brush past or water it. We’ve created many delicious meals together 🙂
Wonderful! I love the last line so much.
I love the contrast between prickling fear and basil’s peaceful fragrance! Beautifully done!
Lovely. That last line, so healing.
Simply amazing. The contrast of emotions works so well!
power in those verbs
Beautiful, Sylvia – there’s nothing like gardening with herbs to stimulate all the senses.
Always those fears at waking, sometimes the scent of basil is necessary to banish them.
I love “the lightning air!”
Great concision!
love that verb ‘prickle.’
Herbs really do smell like peace!
This is perfect.
“Sleep has broken me.” I love this haiku, but you enter it and somehow manage a story arc in three lines
I don’t know what else to say! Like it so much—reveals much but also reveals nothing—a mysteriousness here and great sensory images