Over the last week, I have walked through two airports. I have walked city streets. I have walked through two cemeteries, up and down the aisle of a church, and into the ocean. The pavements have been hard underfoot.
Today, I walk through woodland. The leaves are still fresh and bright, and there are bluebells in great cascades tumbling down the banks. A bird sings. I take a breath.
blue as the ocean
spring sings like a blackbird
bells chime silently
For Bjorn at dVerse, who asks us to write a haibun inspired by walking.
“Spring sings like a blackbird”–lovely, Sarah.
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The woodlands are a special place to walk and take a breath.
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The line that spoke loudest in me was at the end of the prose; ‘I take a breath’.
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Some walks are difficult. Thank goodness we have the serenity of nature to quiet our minds….and to take that much needed breath.
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I love your blackbird singing Spring. And I’m glad you were able to leave the hard pavement for some solace in nature.
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