“A Few Haiku (11)”

(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley


Earth, sea and sky have
Tales to tell; be patient
For they speak slowly



I attain wisdom
Not from church or pagoda
But from woods and streams



When winter wind blows
All pretense is torn away
Bares my soul to all



Whispering sea shell
Tells of life I could have had
If I’d dared to live



This overgrown path
Filled with rocks and thorns cannot
Lead me home again



If I had to choose
Between food and happiness
I’d happily starve

7 thoughts on ““A Few Haiku (11)”

  1. Thanks, Grace. I suppose I was in a philosophical mood again, can you tell? 🙂 Just pondering the quiet spiritual wisdom of nature, as well as opportunities I missed in my life due to simple fear of the unknown or lack of self-confidence. I truly appreciate your kind and supportive comments. I’m glad some of these spoke to you like they did to me. 🙂

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      1. Thanks, Joan. Your description immediately reminds me of a fantasy snow queen with her long white hair billowing about. I always considered that bitter winter wind the great equalizer: everyone suffers when it’s cold, it seems to cut right to the bone, and it requires Herculean effort to accomplish simple tasks. I grew up on a farm and I recall many instances of being out in frigid temperatures–blizzards–at all hours tending to cows, or getting stuck in a snow bank when the county road crews didn’t plow our road, and the winds and the snowdrifts just made life miserable. Of course, if I skied or snowboarded, I’m sure I’d have a different perspective. 😀 Thanks for your kind words. Much appreciated. 🙂

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