When I walk the Rub with Do, or anyone else, we usually talk. But when I walk alone, I try to be open to noticing something new. These haiku are products of the alone walks. You may have read the images elsewhere in this blog.
red-tailed hawk
perches atop dying tree
studies hikers below
hummingbird grasps branch
nape and throat shimmer ruby and green
no escape
the mountain top:
we watched the rain
spray the valley
wind blows my hat off
sunset colors the clouds
trapped by the mountain range
hiker reaches the peak
chats on his cellphone
spectacular view
rain fills river bottom
the water’s shimmering v’s
birds fly in formation
dabs of cloud
drift across cobalt sky
hide, then reveal random stars
6 comments:
Beautiful, Babor! I especially enjoyed the last two; nice imagery.
Why is there no escape for the hummingbird?
I think the official zen answer for that is "mu."
Yep. These all sound familiar. I should write a Mt. Rubidoux boob job haiku.
Saline Silicone
Eyes drawn like a bobble head
Politely nodding
Don't mock the Japanese people.
You're not the boss of me.
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