Look For More Beauty: ImproVerse Haiku
When you take time to/
look for beauty, you might be/
rewarded with more.
When you take time to/
look for beauty, you might be/
rewarded with more.
Folks look at my yard/ and see lots of grass to mow./ They miss wildflowers.
Solo sycamore leaves catch the hot afternoon breeze and spin in joyous pinwheels on Independence Day, as if to say: “Welcome home, boy. We’re glad you’ve come. Don’t Roam. Stay.”
I sit deep in my deciduous and cedar woods, shaded, sweltering in the hot afternoon Georgia heat. The still air, like an open oven, stifles me. I must escape. But just as I start to rise, a cool breeze starts from the creek bottom below, racing across the newly-mown fields. Wind rushes like a cresting…
When planting gardens, / you shouldn’t confuse okra/ pods with Orca pods.
Coming through the woods at about 8:15 a.m. today, I spotted what I think is a barred owl in a shagbark hickory tree. It was surveying the white crownbeard wildflower patch, before heading off to a higher viewpoint. Here’s the YouTube video. I also joined eBird, run by Cornell University’s Lab of Ornithology. Looks to…
I emersed me in/ woods, hoping to stop dying./ I must bathe more oft.