It is warm in the glen today where firs provide some welcome shade. We get to know them one by one. The mother trees who feed the young, gradually passing on their wisdom. The grandmothers, who still have so much more to give. They nurture the trunks of sons blown over in gales, offering homes to birds and red squirrels.
They welcome us with open arms and make us feel at home here. The loving scent of pine spills easily onto our trail. Even in their next life, the trees will keep on giving.
a bridge that carries us
across melting snow
I am hosting Haibun Monday at dVerse tonight, a virtual pub for poets. The topic is compassion inspired by the writings of Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828). You are invited to compose a haibun that shows or alludes to compassion, without using the actual word. The pub opens at 8pm GMT and I will update the link below once the bar is open.
This is also my 30th and final contribution to Carpe Diem’s Spring Retreat 2018, a retreat where we were invited to share haiku, haibun and tanka about ‘The Light of the World’ every day for thirty days. A very big thank you to all of you who have followed me on this journey across both of my blogs. For a total list of contributions from myself and other poets please click on the link below.
We wish you all a very happy Monday and a wonderful new week!
We walk together, three times a day. In Winter our first walk is at first light, the sun rising slowly between houses and chimneys, above the lowest of dunes. Now, on this first day of May, every walk is in daylight. Mornings are peaceful. Boats are still sleeping on grass wet with dew. This is where poems find me.
behind paw prints in deep sand
We tiptoe across shingle to sands down below, the pools and a haze of blue mountains. The wondering and what-ifs are over now. The river flows out to a glistening sea, gathering stones full of meaning.