the leaves know whento leave the branch without askingwinter makes room
What we never say
between seasons of the self
becomes a haiku.
Between four seasons is a collection of small poems for the moments we don’t always know how to name.
Spring — Begin
I am beginning.
What season are you in?
Rest on a season, or choose one. The room will follow.
nothing is certainyet the bud opens itselfas if it were brave
Enter SpringA haiku for this moment.
Between seasons — Become
Not every season has a name.
There are moments when we are no longer who we were, but not yet sure who we are becoming. That is the space between seasons.
Cross the thresholdSome words deserve a place to stay.
Prints, postcards and small cards, each carrying a single haiku. Every piece is sold on Etsy.
nothing is certainyet the bud opens itselfas if it were brave
Begin — Postcard Set
snow on the quietyour chair still facing the windowthe room holds its breath
Remember — Framed Print
For everything we feel
but don’t always know how to say.