In January I read an Haiku each morning.
I often read them aloud to the birds.
My daughter gave this book to me.
I enjoy the way it is organized into five elements -
wood, fire, earth, metal and water.
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The illustrations are inspiring.
In 1968 my brother gave me my first taste of the Haiku.
I was sixteen years old.
The gift of poetry is a gift for the spirit,
regardless of age.