HAIKU
A bundle of sticks
warm in the cold.
Nest.
—Liya
Water gurgling, water splashing
rushing towards me and flowing away
as if it can’t stand to sit still
—Liya
You know it’s true
because I said it.
Write that down.
—Bree
a yellow orangey leaf
falls in front of me and joins
a pile on the ground
—Liya
pictures of bells
at midnight you can almost
hear their lovely sound
—Liya and Bree
a tiny depressing little ember
in the back of the fireplace
suddenly roars into life
—Anya
Liya and Bree
fight over a closet but then
I get to sleep there ha ha
—Anya
Grandma meditates
while Liya and Bree screech
in their falling tent
—Anya
—from 2014 Rattle Young Poets Anthology
