sound

Heard

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water trickles
unseen but heard
drip drip drip

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Photo: Turkey Run State Park, Indiana, c.b.w. 2018

Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2020

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Lost

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lost
a soft whisper
leads us home

 

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Photo: Proxy Falls, Oregon, c.b.w. 2015

Some views make you work for it. A friend and I drove from Portland, Oregon into the wilds of the Willamette National Forest. We got lost more than once, almost ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, and she could have sworn a bear was following us as we hiked the trail, (there was no bear, but I digress). It wasn’t long before the trail turned into more of a suggestion and we had to guess where the waterfall might be … that’s when we started listening. We followed the sound of cascading water until we finally spotted it through the trees. This hidden beauty was worth all the obstacles and imaginary bears. What a view!

Words: c.b.w. 2019

Reflection

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wings flap
hidden in the trees
the water reflects

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Photo: Dublin, Ireland, c.b.w. 2009.

I’ve shard this photograph previously, but the deeply reflective nature of it seems to fit my recent mood to revisit past experiences. Going to Ireland was never really on my list of places to go, but when Grandma says she wants to go, you go. We shared many beautiful memories marveling at the green hills and taking in the warmth of Irish culture, but there were also challenges as she struggled with ailing health. I’m thankful to have those glimmering moments of love, but ache at the hindsight that comes with knowing what was to come.

Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2019