Nana Love

And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.

John Steinbeck

The smell of apples
Drifts from the cardboard boxes
A change in seasons

Dark newspaper prints
Dirty white fingers and palms
Turning water black

Blowing tornadoes
Mixed with chilling hurricanes
Will stillness come here?

Stacked up very high
Like Indian totem poles
Intimidating

From warm to nippy
Such is the change in seasons
Denver to Calgary

DaddyO

Love the Haiku. It makes the packing seem so meditative and purposeful.

Katie

I can’t believe Dad was the only one that loved the haikus. They’re so deep, as deep as the pond-lake in front of our apartment.

Natalia

How thought provoking…I love it! I would have said so earlier but I am just a lazy blogger.
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