the smoke of breaths
clouds the cold morning chapel
worshipers at Lauds
Sometimes brevity is beautiful. This is one of those times. Lovely... Kind wishes, Sandra
you've captured the atmosphere.... no matter the cold, their faith warms the place, its fire between hands enfolded...
'Breaths' and the symbolic 'smoke' in the opening line conjure a real feel for the crowd, incense and atmosphere; and the alliterative second line sounds like the chattering of teeth. A vivid and chilly image created in this admirable haiku. S :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fantastic! you have a gift for Haiku Lillian.