Core illuminates
With Golden Solar Christ Light
Heated breath ignites
Blue and wisps of white back lit
Passion soars upward
In Spring they cut me.
I spilled onto school pavements
And judged the jungle.
Kids require safety — Hope for their future — love — lightNot fear for what’s next
Bright is the light that |Flies on wings from out of the ||Pandora’s box — Hope
Crunching crisp the leavesleave trails for unearthing theunfolding of self.
Anna Rozwadowska 2019
A response to the Haiku This prompt “Hope”