This angel statue was tucked in a small family cemetery on the Natchez Trace in Mississippi. I was hoping she would inspire a haiku (or two).
My poetry writing friend Marion didn’t see this picture, but she was inspired to write an angel haiku rather than getting angry at the holiday traffic. When she arrived at our lunch spot, she handed me her poem.
made of Mississippi mud
little bits of love
Another writer-teacher-friend, Tara Smith, told me about how she lost her gingerbread man cookie cutter, so she made gingerbread angels. This haiku is in honor of Tara.
baked bits of heavenly love
savors of Christmas