Our telepathy
joins in a monumental
hello of two hearts.
I call, you come, and
brush gently against the boat,
crooning your love song.
Pausing a moment,
is that a wink I detect?
You flirt, then farewell!
Will you invite me
to frolic in frothing waves?
Besotted, I wait.
Susan L Hart 2023 | HartInspirations.com
John Muir loved trees as much as I do. 🙂 Here are a few forest quotes from this renowned writer, naturalist, and conservationist:
“Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.”
“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”
“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul”
“Going to the woods is going home.”
“Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.”
“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.”
Cryptic is from Hart Haiku Vol.1.
Star-struck sunflowers,
nothing holds a candle to
your idol, The Sun.
It occurs to me this morning that cats and sunflowers might be “birds of a feather”. There is a certain aloof pride in both that suggests these fauna and flora are connected.
Their arrogance I find quite intriguing, although sunflowers might have it all over cats in this regard – and that’s saying a lot! Above and beyond feeding time, I feel that my cat cares about me quite a lot, actually. But sunflowers? I have this sneaking suspicion that their allegiance lies solely with Mr. Sun!
Us: Arriving in the garden, watering can in hand. Them (disdainfully): “Oh, it’s YOU again. You’re interrupting our sunbathing. Just leave the water right over there…)
In spite of their grand snootiness, I love sunflowers. I have painted them often, and you have to really admire a flower that aspires to be THE SUN.
Totem © Susan L Hart is from Hart Haiku Vol. 1. | HartInspirations.com
Blue-footed booby,
quirky clown, gallivanting
your Galapagos.
As you can plainly see from my photos, if in future you seek an audience with the blue-footed booby on North Seymour Island, be sure to wear your old shoes. 😉 The blue-footed booby is not limited to this island, but it’s a popular mating spot.
This haiku is written in response to Fake Flamenco’s June 2023 Poetry Challenge. (Thank you, Rebecca Cunningham.) #ffpoemapop
© Susan L Hart 2023 | HartInspirations.com
Susan L Hart | HartInspirations.com
I just came back from a walk at “my park”, and it’s such a gorgeous morning. Sun’s out, and everything feels shiny. I did not encounter a single robot on my walk! Imagine when we start seeing that. Or, perhaps we should be actively imagining that it never happens.
One of my favorite nature walks ever was a small group excursion around North Seymour Island, Galapagos Islands. It was mating season on North Seymour, and love was definitely in the air. This female frigate bird and her baby seemed to be smiling at me and the rest of the visitors. The bird with the inflated chest is a male frigate hoping to attract a female. His chest looks like a big heart, does it not? Very eye catching, but sneaky, as love likely won’t have much to do with it. 🙂
Speaking of love, for my story about an encounter with a blue-footed booby and her misplaced egg on that excursion, click here: A Little Love Story
Hope you have a great weekend, however you are spending it. 🙂 Try to reserve some time to spend in nature, even if it’s just a walk around the neighborhood park.
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