Deep Woods Bath: ImproVerse Haiku
I emersed me in/ woods, hoping to stop dying./ I must bathe more oft.
I emersed me in/ woods, hoping to stop dying./ I must bathe more oft.
Hi, my deep-rooted/ woods friends. I’m sad I’ve not been/ near. I’ll tread barefoot.
Folks look at my yard/ and see lots of grass to mow./ They miss wildflowers.
I thought lightning bugs/ don’t guide anyone, but then/ learned their real purpose.
I was shocked to learn / why Southern women dont wear/ nylons: Chiggers itch.
When planting gardens, / you shouldn’t confuse okra/ pods with Orca pods.
There’s no silence/ in Nature, nor would I/ want there to be. (Written as part of our Creative Expressions Retreat on our property across from the Chickamauga NMP –> http://passionretreats.com/creativeexpression6-26/ )
There is no silence/ out here in nature, nor would/ I want there to be
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