Dawn is delightful.
The light made from dew and birdsong.
Drink it with your ear.
Secret snow at night:
Mornings a muffled white world.
Let's go out in it!
April. Just as the cord.
Has the freshness of the month
Repeat it: April.
Let's get up early
And breath the coolness before
The days cloudless blaze.
*! ( For me, taking a role of a poetic proof reader for my son in the age of 13, this is a great pleasure and pride. This 1st edition of his lovely Haiku was needed not more than a slightly-slightly correcting work of his hyper-poetificated, literarized father. And that is the sign and that is the litmus of all his creative beginings...
Maximilian Guebris )