Winds blow high and hard. The sounds of the forest are at your doorstep. The sky is clear, the moon full. Orion’s belt sits in the southwesterly sky. You used to be able to make out the full archer, but not tonight. Maybe just not in this sky, you think. From some unknown depths a feeling manifests, then a thought: All we want is to be loved, to feel love and to give love. That’s not such a bad thing to chase; that feeling of love.
Today Pure Haiku is posting my haiku submission! I’m very thankful to Freya for providing us with a fun way to create more haiku! because the world needs more haiku! Freya is very talented herself as are all the other haijin that have had haiku published. Please check out my and everyone’s submission, thanks!
You can find my haiku here a little later today.
Remember when we took that drive
through the countryside. It was the
first day of spring, though we didn't
know it at the time, we'd only found
it out later, we tried
to get lost, by taking turns
we'd never taken before.
I remember the mountainside
winding road, you were lost
in a text conversation and the
kids were finally being quiet in
the back. We took a bend and
saw the mountainside was bare,
charred tree trunks mangled and
the ground was black and inhospitable.
Down the sloping hill, on the other
side of the road, was a small town,
which looked so similar to the mountainside;
desolate. But under the topsoil
life was pulsating, waiting for the
rains to erode the burnt death, for the
seeds to stratify, and when the timing is
right the ground would be broken with
reemergence of green. Down the winding road,
into the valley, upon closer look of the town,
it too was teeming with life and the prospect
of rebuilding. Burned structures were being
torn down, the ground cleared and a sort of
healing taking place. This is life, i thought,
then i tried to explain my feeling and the
sentiment to you and the kids, but it was all
jumbled in the words and the moment. When
are we going to eat? one of them said, and
we began our own search for emergence
back onto a familiar road.