Roots/Connection
Under the thick brush
smelling the sweet fragrance
the wild flower yields
posted by Helen @ 5:42 PM
Monday, January 29, 2007
Under the thick brush
smelling the sweet fragrance
the wild flower yields
Under the thick brush
smelling the sweet fragrance
the wild flower yields
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11 Comments:
At 10:48 PM,
Kay Cooke said…
Beautiful posts Helen - they are truly a tonic to view and read.The haiku is perfection in a nutshell.
Your mother looks so beautiful - only 55? So young. (My father was 48 when he died.)
At 10:13 AM,
Tammy Brierly said…
Lovely haiku Helen! I love how the wildflowers fight the brush :) HUGS
At 11:11 AM,
Crafty Green Poet said…
I'm there in that landscape and I can smell the flowers! It looks hot there too!
At 2:01 PM,
susanlavonne said…
Just beautiful! I love how this employs all of the senses :-)
At 2:23 PM,
Regina said…
The purples of the flowers and the mountains behind- that is such a wonderful picture! Yes, the wildflower does yield, but they are what we bow to as we "smell their sweet fragrance..."
Just beautiful!
At 5:32 PM,
rel said…
Your words tell us to look....there is beauty to be enjoyed in every nook and cranny of our place.
rel
At 8:04 PM,
Joyce Ellen Davis said…
I have played catch-up with your blog tonight. Wonderful pictures and beautiful, touching words!
At 3:21 AM,
Becca said…
This is a beautiful photo and haiku- sometimes the "sweet fragrance" is hidden under "thick brush."
Hope you're doing well :)
At 5:46 AM,
Jessica Pottinger said…
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At 10:05 AM,
Anonymous said…
The haiku and photo are both gorgeous, Helen! Such lovely countryside - reminds me of New Mexico.
At 2:55 PM,
Anonymous said…
Beautiful! I share your feelings about wildflowers and am looking forward to views like this when we retire to New Mexico.
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