I was passing by the pond along Independence Drive between 17th Street and Shipyard Boulevard. Traffic was light and I was able to notice a single duck on the water. When I stopped at the next light I wrote this western-ized haiku. It’s called Sunday Morning.
Clear, smooth lake.
One duck.
Ripples.
I can still see this in my mind. It was a beautiful moment. Frozen in time. And not just the visual but the feeling of it, too.
Grateful for small things, tender moments and serenity.
Paula
Paula,
I love this! You have totally captured this timeless moment in the beautiful brevity and power
of haiku. And the selection of words and their shape on the page have their own kind of movement.
Often, for me, like this. It’s the smallest moments and experiences in the natural world that awaken me to wonder. Sun making a spiderweb golden, tiny baby anole in its new green skin, the heron flying above me…
Grateful too…