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Monday, August 28, 2006

return

slowly they return
through morning mist . . .
yesterday's hills

11 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your haiku, this one especially, does just that for me. Something comes back that has always been there, but is too easily forgotten.

7:45 AM  
Blogger floots said...

beautiful
are you sure you haven't popped over to skye to research this
(i'd have offered you a coffee you know) :)

8:36 AM  
Blogger Masago said...

This has all the elements of a great haiku (in my opinion).

11:54 AM  
Blogger polona said...

a classic!

1:50 PM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, aurora.

Jonathan, I love how you read this, and I'm very pleased you get something out of my haiku in general.

Don't worry, floots, if I ever get to Skye, you'll know it, and I'll take you up on that cup of coffee. The moment that inspired this actually occurred on my most recent visit to California.

Vaughn, your opinion matters to me a great deal.

And thank you, polona.

6:23 AM  
Blogger Tikkis said...

Hanging
over mountains:
Sky-Coffee-Bar!

(Peace, Bill!)

10:06 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thank you, tikkis.

4:52 PM  
Blogger Natalia L. Rudychev said...

Absolutely beautiful. I love how the image unfolds - slowly and quietly.

11:11 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thank you, Natalia. You've expressed very well what I was going for here.

8:18 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

slowly they return
through morning mist . . .
yesterday's hills

________

What a masterpiece...!!
the hill symbolizes DIGNITY for both share the high standards.
Mist symbolizes common tiny troubles of life.
The message is of: beating troubles through keeping a quiet mood, patience,,,the same as the hills which defeated the mist gradually.

Eastern Sparrow- Rita
______

www.geocities.com/ana_keyan

9:30 PM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks for your comment, Rita. I confess I don't see defeat and victory here. For me, the hills and the mist and the observing consciousnes are all part of a single reality. But that's me.

9:17 AM  

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