sitting down to hear
myself discussed in detail
by the yellow-throats*
*small bright yellow warblers with black masks, lively and very curious
An experience I had one day on a trail through the woods. Dozens gathered on the nearby shrubs to analyze and comment on some aspect of me. 🙂
The newest post at Troutswirl, the Haiku Foundation’s blog, came out this morning. Poet Kathy Munro has been doing a series called A Sense of Place. Each week a different sense is explored. This week the place is hiking trail and the sense is hearing. Click here to read the haiku verses submitted.
I wrote a number of verses on this subject and am pleased to say one of them has been published. The others I will post on this blog, two by two. Hope you enjoy them.
Waskesiu Lake trail
northern lights sizzle
across the heavens
NOTE: Waskesiu Lake is located in Prince Albert National Park, Saskatchewan, Canada. The name means “red deer,” or elk, in the Cree language.
a screaming jay
protests our intrusion
Not every sound you hear in the woods is welcoming and pleasing. 🙂