Enough light to see the path; enough courage to take the step; enough sense to enjoy the walk; enough company to share the time.

Friday, April 6, 2012

April Fool (a "haiku" cycle): VI



Nights are chill, days, hot,
With summer still three months away.
We live chaparral.

The songs of the hawk,
Owl, mockingbird, and blue jay:
They are at home here.

Witch hazel and sage,
Coast live oak and sycamore,
Mesquite and madrone

Tinge the air with spice,
Both wake and calm the senses.
We breathe chaparral.





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  1. Samantha GluckApril 9, 2012 at 12:54 PM

    I love this one! The descriptions of the aromas and scents (i.e. witch hazel, sage)evoke thoughts of the mist that cloaks the land of Avalon from those with closed minds, hearts, and spirits.

    I love the bird sounds and that you imply that visitors "breathe" in the very environment around them -- chaparral.

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    1. K M BreidenthalApril 10, 2012 at 10:13 AM

      Thank you, Boss! I feel the good fortune of living near very walkable natural places. Everything, even the smell of the dust, seems to have healing powers.

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