Hi :) My haiku for this month is:
A child has big dreams
grow with great projects in mind
then love comes. Dreams die.
And this is my quilt:
My haiku may seems not well related to my quilt, but if you look well at the quilt you can see there's a hole in the heart. It's a black hole, that kind of hole that swallow all things... stuff, light, dreams.
In this context you can understand that the bird is a dream that fly away from a grown child's hands