Holding the balance
Four Haiku, one whole, one life.
I hold fire gently.
A Passion too tightly held
Turns warmth to burning.
I let water flow,
My fingers bend like willow
Letting the trunk hold.
In rich earth I spread
Knuckle deep, a loose claw hand,
Palms facing skyward.
Air, I touch lightly,
Remembering feelings too,
Of warmth, movement, strength.
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I really like this, takes you on a journey through the earth and the elements. Very well written! Subscribing!