Diana Webb

Sculpting the Span

Earliest memory. Riveted by a pebble along this shore. Circle by circle, over three score years and ten the tide has washed the wave of stones as now this tiny heart-shaped scrap of the planet catches my eye, becomes the cache of the season. 

blue moon
the shadow of childhood
clasped in a palm

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About the Author

Diana Webb edits the Time Haiku journal and runs a haiku group in Leatherhead, Surrey, England, where she lives. Her recent books include Airspace, Slipping Between and Fragile Horizons. She enjoys running haibun workshops.

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