Wind
Grey clouds drift on breeze
Trees whisper secrets to me
Earth breathes harmony
A Murder of Crows
Witness to murder
Jet-black crows pass overhead
Screaming their intent
Cottage Sunset
Red sunset lingers
Over water still as glass
Darkness held at bay
Today (the day of writing) when I took my dog, Jace out first thing, I exited the house to a much cooler—and cloudier—day than we’d seen for a while. The wind was blowing through the trees as grey clouds drifted by above.
A flock of crows flew by just above my head, cawing loudly. I had already begun to formulate “Wind,” and “A Murder of Crows” suggested itself to me immediately. I wasn’t sure what I would do for a third, once I realized I had a strong beginning for a newsletter post.
Later that morning, I did a tutorial on creating sunsets for t-shirts. It got me to thinking about sunsets at a cottage my mother used to rent every summer. I knew I had my third haiku. The uniting theme, of course, is my experiences outdoors.
I spent much of the rest of the day working on images to go with the haiku. I experimented with genre mixing and really like the images I came up with.
Does being in nature inspire poetic urges for you? Do you stop to truly experience your moment when you’re outdoors? Too often, I’m so busy getting from point A to point B that I forget to do so. Other times, I deliberately seek out these experiences. But sometimes, the moment just creeps up on me.
Lovely! Yes, when on walks with Brio in the woods or by the river, I come upon a curve and the way the sun lights up the path stops me, or I listen for an owl's hoo hoo if it's dusk.
These are amazing! The first one will stay with me in my memories ❤️❤️❤️