So well presented, Laurence!
… the walk is the teacher, and the seeing of -that- which was -previously- unseen… . This, a heartening reminder that these casual nature walks do still occur.
_M
What a vivid childhood memory this revives – when my young brother drops a cicada shell on my nose, while I drowse on a sunny afternoon in the park. Alien indeed – and that is my brother. The cicadas, I love.
So well presented, Laurence!
… the walk is the teacher, and the seeing of -that- which was -previously- unseen… . This, a heartening reminder that these casual nature walks do still occur.
_M
I like the way “alien” opens up in a number of directions.
I couldn’t put the comments better.
Just want to say, what a great starting line, and then to bring it back to earth, so many levels just in this.
Superb haiku!
What a vivid childhood memory this revives – when my young brother drops a cicada shell on my nose, while I drowse on a sunny afternoon in the park. Alien indeed – and that is my brother. The cicadas, I love.
sleepless night
never learned the words
cicadae song