The stones are dripping with seaweed, marvellous and green between sand and silt, where the water has been. Clambering down these rocks I wonder where their stories began. Like all the other stories floating around us and within us. From wolf to hound. From ancestors whose language I cannot speak, even though it sounds familiar.
waves echo through the open window a seagull’s song
The trail climbs between birch and Douglas fir. Protected from the breeze it carries us higher and higher. We hear water gushing below, the sound of insects humming.
wrapped around these hills and glens the hearts of many
The upturned roots look like a figure walking, cloaked in brown velvet from another time. A snail’s slick silver lines awaken our curiosity. We follow a ribbon of moonlight between lichen and moss.
an eagle calls whose star greets the sky in these moments
Camera: Panasonic Lumix FZ200, Settings: f/2.8 – 1/125 s – ISO 250 and f/3.2 – 1/60 s – ISO 160.
We are deeply honoured and delighted that the above haiku has subsequently been featured as part of the World Haiku Series 2019 organised by the Akita International Haiku Network, together with a Japanese translation by Hidenori Hiruta.
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