Arts & Entertainment Poetry

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Haikus by Sarah Alaeddin – Executive Editor

Past the broken fence
deep in the green meadow, a
robin’s call echoes.

Oh inviting song,
my ears miss your touch. I wish
for things too distant.

Meanwhile, this window’s
glass is spotted and foggy.
Where’s my attention?

At this windowsill,
we begin a new garden
tending to small buds.

But even these buds
are green, blossoming into
rainbows before us.

Don’t look past the gray
sky. Fetch your watering can
and pour out some love.