Sunday Haiku
Sunday Haiku
Dust on bookshelves
tells of life lived, stillness
Spanish bluebells tolls
Among old olive trees
flowers as yellow as butter
distance is hurtful.
A framed photo
mother hangs on a wall
wordless she speaks.
A white coffin
her face was in harmony
beautiful the peace.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2020
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