A Haiku Muse

My blogger friend Brad over at Writing to Freedom is having a birthday today. If you haven’t visited Brad’s blog, you’re in for a treat. He takes beautiful photos and writes poetry (often haiku) to complement them.

He invited his followers and their muses to stop by. My usual muses are negotiating with a necromancer and outsmarting reapers, so I contacted a muse escort service and this is who they sent:

A haiku muse

I didn’t know there were haiku muses, but apparently, they’re everywhere. Just check your backyard or local park. My diminutive muse flitted around the garden while I packed a picnic. She wanted to show me a place called Silver Falls.

Happy Birthday, Brad. My little muse and I wrote these for you!

hidden glades of light

sift through mottled canopies

a glimpse of magic

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fiddleheads unfurl

green curlicues and whimsy

crowning last year’s fronds

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boughs of emerald lace

spring’s parasols catch the light

fragrant in the sun

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old stumps die and thrive

nurse a woodland’s nascent growth

life cycles entwined

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silver waterfalls

glittering with frothy light

rainbow in the mist

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Happy Birthday to Brad from the land of big trees!