Monday, February 12, 2007

Haiku

Baby’s winter warmth
usurps the biting bitter;
Wonderful new life.

God’s Grace is present.
Trailing fabled glory clouds,
she is innocent.

Perfect happiness—
Baby with her sweet mother
cuddling softly.

2 comments:

Tarimisu said...

I'm crying . . .

Pooka said...

So very, very sweet. Thank you.