If you've ever lived in a northwestern valley, you might know or recall that during part of the year one prays for snowy, firmly packed mountain peaks. Firmly packed because you want that snow to melt slowly, to hold securely to what it knows its job is....to fill the streams, to seep into the rock, to water the fields (sometimes wheat fields) in the heat of the growing season.
Coming home from church on Sunday, we spied what we thought was "new" snow and talked about the phenomenon of nature, the balance so easily tipped by mankind, the abundance of the resources that this earth and particularly our valley have been given.
So what does that have to do with anything - well, if you've been here at Mind Sieve in the last few days, you'll know that it's all about Haiku! But, of course!
snowy Blue Mountains
feed streams, water growing grain
sun bakes whole wheat bread
No photo capture of the Blue Mountains or of snow today - too much mist on them....but I've seen the snow, it is there hopefully waiting for a slow melt.
I stab at Haiku from time to time. I am better at reading it than creating it.
ReplyDeleteHave you visited One Single Impression for inspiration and encouragement.?? http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/
The ladies that are posting prompts have taken over where One Deep Breath left off.
I like your sun baked bread...
Lisa - well you can see I am a rank beginner, jumping in fearlessly - well, not really fearlessly, but jumping in anyway. Thanks for the URL and for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteThree hundred sixty
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quite enough, thank you
Written during a March blizzard in Montreal -- that's my excuse.
lucy's back in town
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where did paris go?
xoxoxoxo
Hi Barbara - love your comment!! Sorry, who knew snow could be that deep??!! You, of course
ReplyDeleteAnd speaking of snow, I've found the most profound writers and loveliest photos come from you snow laden folk in Canada.
Lucy - your Haiku seems appropriate - welcome home!