It finds a way. (haiku)

Deep in a forest 
the world is quiet and dead;
newborn icicles.

© Nancy Botta, 2020

Porcelain Sink. (haiku)

Cool splashing water
rinses off bruised apricots;
finally, the sun.

©Nancy Botta, 2020

Tuesday by the river. (haiku)

The fog drifts around
formless and weeping all day;
June is drunk again.

© Nancy Botta, 2020

Reclamation.

On the shore of a cave
I had thrown myself in
I smashed up stalagmites
growing from my skin
and sawed off stalactites
dripping off my chin.
/ /
New flesh, pink and sweet
like pearls and starfish
scattered at my feet.

© Nancy Botta, 2020

Undone. (haiku)

A little black bird
frozen under dirty snow—
mom forgets my face.

© Nancy Botta, 2019