pink snow drifts
a rustling bed sheet —
Do you know why I like to write haiku? It’s because I like nature; the natural world fascinates me, gives me something to delight in. At the end of every hard-earned day, it’s my reason to believe.
Believe in what, you might ask? I believe that every day I can make myself better – I watch myself work my way through life, moving back-and-forth in this rhythm of get ahead, fall back, get ahead . . . It falls into a rhythm because I want to believe.
Some people let setbacks hold them back from getting up on the horse again, but I can’t afford to hold back; for every winter there’s a spring, and a triumphant summer before the inevitable fall. Let it be, I say, and give yourself room to believe.
If nothing else, it will give you something constructive to do.