swallowed by forest
horned moon
Photo followed by the haiku ten minutes later, on a walk where I was given only rare glimpses of the crescent moon.
on a path
photos and micropoetry
photos and micropoetry
swallowed by forest
horned moon
Photo followed by the haiku ten minutes later, on a walk where I was given only rare glimpses of the crescent moon.
Woodrat photohaiku 
This is so spare and elegant – both the photo and the text. A beautiful example of restraint. The reader can’t help but look deeper into the world of the picture. Love it.
Julie x
Thanks! Glad that works.
Following on to your comment over at your own blog about wanting to post haiku or haiga right away, I do love that immediacy – reminds me of Rumi comparing his extemporaneous verses to manna, which in the Biblical story would go bad if it wasn’t eaten right away. Blogging changed my attitude about sharing rough drafts years ago, so what haiku composition has transformed about my process is letting me do so much in my head, as I walk along. I’ve always had a crap memory, in awe of poets from highly oral cultures like Greenlandic Inuit or Yemeni tribesmen, who can compose in their head poems longer and more complex than sonnets. For me, the haiku is about as much as I can manage, but it’s still very satisfying (and the phone with its Notes app is always in my pocket should I not trust my memory till I get home).