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:
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
green curlicues and whimsy
crowning last year’s fronds
boughs of emerald lace
spring’s parasols catch the light
fragrant in the sun
old stumps die and thrive
nurse a woodland’s nascent growth
life cycles entwined
glittering with frothy light
rainbow in the mist
Happy Birthday to Brad from the land of big trees!