sunset ripples
the canoe glides
endless blue
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Photo: Watson Lake, Prescott, Arizona, c.b.w. 2013
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2019
sunset ripples
the canoe glides
endless blue
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Photo: Watson Lake, Prescott, Arizona, c.b.w. 2013
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2019
dragonfly wings
the only breeze
gentle ripples
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Photo: Northern Wisconsin, c.b.w. 2005
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2019
strands of grass
sketch the sand
a secret code
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Photo: Indiana Dunes State Park, c.b.w. 2015
Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2019
In the stillness
there is time
to ponder
to believe
The eagle flies
wisdom’s wind
Pine trees sway
a hidden song
The life’s pursuit
needs no waves
Only the stillness
in which to breathe
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Photo: Northwoods, Wisconsin, c.b.w. 2013
Words: free-verse, c.b.w. 2015
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake. -Wallace Stevens
A mirror of the sky above, the green of trees, and the soul inside. Walking by, it’s impossible to miss a sense of wisdom, the feeling of an old friend.
Waves soothe and invite a long talk. Toss a pebble and watch the ripples find their way to the shore. In the ridges, the answers flow. For there’s nothing else to do but contemplate as the rings grow wider and wider, until they fade to glass.
Guardian trees give shade to those who feel burned by the outside world. Rustling leaves whisper lullabies and offer a gentle embrace. Life is new, fragile and green. A reminder that starting over is something sacred.
Stone talismans wash ashore, a gift to be chosen and treasured. Bathed in blue and shaped in sand, tangible proof of a walk around the lake.
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c.b.w. 2013