on roof and skylight,
night rainfall a clatter-tap
tattoo lullaby.

outdoors, come morning,
trees clean, street sweet, air in pray’r
with chanted matins.

—dotty seiter

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Notes about poem and art
• This untitled poem comprises a pair of haiku, each of which could stand alone but which I experienced back to back when rain fell volubly right up until wake-up time and then offered a welcome and unexpected window for walking before resuming for the rest of the day. As is typically the case, I took pleasure in working and working ’till I could both express exactly what I wished to say and fulfill traditional haiku syllabic constraints; I love the way that challenge pushes me to play with language.
• New Day is a simple mood-mini created while talking with my sisters as we sat together in May on the sizable front porch of a big old rental “cottage” (think three storeys with turret on the front right corner) overlooking Long Island Sound.