three rainforest haiku
by miriam louisa
Why is it that in the rainforest one’s thoughts are delivered in clusters of 17 syllables?
. . .
festooning this palm
the then, the now and the next
my fleeting life’s fruit
~
not yet eight o’clock
and the far ridge is hazing
summer burns the bush
~
no cell phone signal
a total power blackout
listen! the wind sighs
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Very nice – I can and smell the bush at its best.
Thanks for your comment @shufflewriter – today we are clothed in cloud, and the smell is of damp earth. It has rained for two days – the leeches are over the moon!
Lovely peace reading this and looking at the tree-creature – and my neighbor -liker has a lovely blog too, very much in family with yours
I was just thinking today about your comment to go “somewhere green” Leelah. It happened!
Peace is here, yes. It’s beautiful, a soul-renewal…
Oh! that was a surprise – that kind of green was not consciously in my mind when I said that. I am grateful that I DO share these messages even though I have no idea what they really mean
love the last one especially – wind has much to sigh to us, if we but listen
Thank you Ruth – the sounds of the forest are so subtle and almost secretive. Today: dripping, dripping… Jewels sparkling everywhere. Mists in close. A perfect place for a hermit!