. . Who Knew How often I crushed autumn leaves Until I saw a robin drink From one that cupped the fallen rain, And many times too, I did break Icicles dripping from a roof. How often in the spring I plucked A bud before it opened full, Afore the bees could curl their tongues Or spread the pollen bloom to bloom. Why O why was I not around When autumn winds were yet to blow And leaves still clung tight to their limbs, When icicles were yet to freeze, To spend more summer days with you Ere your demise... but then who knew? . . Haiku After its first flight The young gerfalcon's talons Tighter on my glove . . Áine Mae is ranked among the top ten living haiku poets in the world. She’s a descendant of Francis Scott Key (author of the Star-Spangled Banner), F. Scott Fitzgerald (author of The Great Gatsby), and science fiction writer Alexander Hill Key (author of Escape to Witch Mountain).