April in Seventeen Syllables

I can’t believe we’re at the end of the month already.

Is it just me, or did April drag a little—but like, in a weirdly needed way? I think it made space for me to finally catch up with myself.

When I started this haiku challenge I found on Instagram, I just wanted to get back into the rhythm of writing again. I started this challenge thinking it would just be a creative habit. Something small.

But it quickly became something I looked forward to—something that gently pulled me back into rhythm.

In a season where everything around me was blooming, I realized: I was too.

These thirty haikus—seventeen syllables at a time—brought me back to writing again.

And this is my way of celebrating that.

Haiku Collection

Day 1: Caressed by Afternoon Sun
golden hush settles
on skin warmed by memory—
spring whispers my name

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Day 2: Poetry Blooms in Spring
petals pen verses
inked in the blush of sunrise—
each bud holds a thought

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Day 3: Divine Light
golden threads descend
He weaves joy into my steps—
dancing toward grace

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Day 4: After Loss
tears fell where I stood
and still the earth made it bloom—
mourning turned to grace

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Day 5: Sacred Bloom
petals paint the air
with a grace I can't explain—
God must love color

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Day 6: Where I Bloom
arms soft as morning
wrapped in honey-scented peace—
I exhale and bloom

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Day 7: Tulip Secrets
porcelain stillness
holds what I couldn’t whisper—
petals flushed with truth

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Day 8: Feathered Lullaby
a hush between notes
cradled in a woven tune—
sleep comes on soft wings

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Day 9: Earthbound
green beneath my toes
I remember how to breathe—
the world holds me still

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Day 10: Light, Reflected
the mirror softened
when I smiled without a script—
this love feels like mine

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Day 11: Joykeeper
a curl in her laugh
sunlight caught in tiny hands—
I keep it like gold

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Day 12: Glow
I stopped dimming down
and let the soft light within
speak without a sound

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Day 13: Sky Bloom
purple hush at dusk
the sky forgets where it ends—
softness spills upward

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Day 14: New Page
a hush in my chest
as the next line writes itself—
this chapter is peace

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Day 15: Tide Light
moonlight folds the sea
into a cradle of stars—
my breath finds its place

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Day 16: Called to Create
painted in silence
my hands remember the way—
this is how I breathe

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Day 17: Threadwork
I stitch in silence
each word a part of my name—
this is how I mend

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Day 18: Stacks of Me
each memory shelved
like chapters I still reread—
dusty, but alive

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Day 19: Where It Hides
poetry is found
in what I almost forgot—
the pause, not the line

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Day 20: Answering Spring
I open the door
and something in me exhales—
not new, just returned

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Day 21: Threaded Joy
joy stitched in the hem
of a day that felt too plain—
hidden, but still there

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Day 22: Holy Color
fractured light still shines
in every uneven pane—
beauty made from break

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Day 23: Lingering
bliss on my tongue tip
like ripe fruit I let dissolve—
joy I didn’t rush

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Day 24: Becoming Again
new petals tremble
then stretch into the still air—
change wears a soft face

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Day 25: Quiet Faith
whisper, not a roar—
I am still allowed to bloom
even when unseen

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Day 26: Warmed Awake
gold flecks kiss the floor
and the morning leans closer—
light cups my silence

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Day 27: Holy Rain
the sky breaks open
and the earth lifts up her hands—
grief feeds the green roots

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Day 28: Maker’s Light
ideas rush in
like rivers finding the sea—
I wear the overflow

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Day 29: Paper Skies
blank pages sigh out
maps to places yet unnamed—
I take the first step

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Day 30: Overture
small starts weave a song
rising louder with each breath—
a beginning’s hymn

Author's Note:

Writing a haiku every day this month reminded me that creativity doesn’t always show up in big, loud ways. Sometimes it’s quiet. Sometimes it waits for you in the still moments—like sunlight sliding across the floor or petals blooming when no one’s watching.

This practice brought me back to myself. It reminded me that art isn’t always about who sees it or how it’s received—it’s about showing up. Trying. Becoming. One line at a time.

This season of renewal has only just begun for me, and I’m genuinely excited to see where the next words will lead.

Thank you for being here—for reading, for supporting, and for simply slowing down with me. If any of these haikus spoke to you, I’d love to know. Leave a heart, drop a comment, or share your favorite line.

You can find more of my daily poetry (and in-progress thoughts) on Instagram and Threads (@carolina_writes_).

Who knows—maybe this will turn into something even bigger, but for now, I’ll keep writing.