Pellucid blue sky
caressing breeze wafts across
the chirp of crickets.
A scent of mint lifts,
through airborne fluttering leaves,
a spirit brought low.
My arms undulate
in tribute to life's promise
expressed through nature.
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Sounds like a lovely setting. Are you sure you weren't flapping your wings, hoping to fly?
Peace,
Muff
Beautiful!
Thank you for: 1) your comment on my blog today and noticing the new design flaw [check that I fixed it ok?]
2) using words and language that make this old english language hound have to use a dictionary. Janine from at grace2wheel
Muff, fly I would love to do, but I'll settle for being able to walk well.
Karen, thanks!
Janine, sorry I had to make you work, but words come out of nowhere for me. I think, is that a word? I look it up and, lo, it is. Must be from being a bookworm since early childhood.
Love it!
Love "pellucid!" Could have said "cerulean," of course, but you'd have had to omit another syllable.
Haiku is so unforgiving, of us word-o-philes.
Nature is... amazing, isn't it?
Robert, from whatever muse it is that has inspired these poems, pellucid it is, not a word that is part of my daily vocabulary. During my now announced leave, I will probably continue to write haikus privately. It may be a way to keep my bearings. Or did I mean sanity?
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