We're in Southern Calif. and to our amusement, we have a windchill factor being hinted at here, too! It's in the thirties, even! #wintereverywhere
I'm imagining this walk through those streets, a high plains wind blowing the clouds over the almost full moon. In Jane Hirschfield's TEN WINDOWS I learned that Bashō sometimes wrote a "headnote" (not a title) for his haiku. Probably came from the fact that he wrote so many of his haiku as part of his travel journals...? So, here goes:Winter storm warnings up for tomorrow; wishing safe harbor for all creatures great and small.a thin wind pierces my cheek --salamanders sleepdeep underground
I'm thinking I need to read this Hirschfield book!!
Another late writing night. Can't believe you went walking today Mary Lee. That Colorado wind this morning was RAW! And Steve, I think the salmanders have the right idea. Think I'd like to read TEN WINDOWS too. It sounds interesting. mountain cathedralyour steadfast beauty bids mecome, be still, worshipmighty mountainGod, big enough to create youis beyond my imaginingsBack story: Every Sunday, I drive an hour or so south to see my mom, who lives in Colorado Springs, where I grew up. For about two thirds of the trip, I can see Pikes Peak. Today it was especially beautiful.
I watched the mountains appear in the sunrise as I drove west yesterday morning. Glorious.
I continue to be in awe of the flow and power in all your words and thoughts, Mary Lee, Steve, and Carol. Thanks for letting me be part of this wonderful writing group. I learn at all of your feet.