The other day, when we were walking home with groceries, we passed a bunch of sheep resting under some trees. I stopped to chat with them. Later that day, I was sitting with my stitching and a poem began moving through my mind, so I wrote it down. It's a tanka-ish poem (lines of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables).
Resting sheep chew, stare
As I stop to say thank you.
At home, yarn awaits
crochet hooks, knitting needles,
my hands--wool season beckons.
New season granny smith apples were on sale at Aldi, so I bought a bunch. I don't have much of a preference for cooking apples--they get soft anyway--but for eating 'raw' I like hard, crunchy, not-too-sweet varieties, like granny smith. It was such a treat to have these apples again. I can get them throughout the year, but once they've been stored for a while, they tend to lose their crunch. Anyway, this simple pleasure also inspired a haiku-ish verse.
New season apples
Another gift of autumn
Enjoying the crunch.
With everything going on in the world right now, it seems even more important than usual to appreciate and savour simple joys. May you have an abundance of them!
4 comments:
Love it!
Thanks, Vicki!
Very nice :)
All the best Jan
Thanks, Jan!
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