A haibun written this spring.
__ This evening's stroll at pond side with our walking sticks at hand; we speak in silent glances. Our nodding heads point to swans on the far side, and our smiles find a Great Blue, slowly wading into this watery sunset. Eyes point to an otter leading its swim path wake, and an owl that awaits the moonrise. A raccoon looking our way, tilts its head.
infants rise
within natures time
eyes value
__ This evening's stroll at pond side with our walking sticks at hand; we speak in silent glances. Our nodding heads point to swans on the far side, and our smiles find a Great Blue, slowly wading into this watery sunset. Eyes point to an otter leading its swim path wake, and an owl that awaits the moonrise. A raccoon looking our way, tilts its head.
infants rise
within natures time
eyes value
3 comments:
A lovely, pastoral scene I would love to stumble upon!
idyllic
__The owl was imagined, though not seen, an owl could easily have been there... waiting for the moon. I thank you both, Jen and Gwil_! _m
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