On the Road is a weekday feature spotlighting reader photo submissions.
From the exotic to the familiar, whether you’re traveling or in your own backyard, we would love to see the world through your eyes.
Sunday morning seems like the perfect time to post this Morning Haiku Walk post from Munira.
The original was an On the Road post that was lost in the fire, and it was so wonderful that I didn’t want it to be lost forever. Many of us were deeply touched by the original, so I asked Munira if she had a copy, and she graciously agreed to share it with us again. ~WaterGirl
Update: So the original OTR post is there, but introduction only, no pictures. But there are comments! I copied them all into comment #18. Formatting isn’t perfect, but at least they are there.
It has long been my habit to go for a walk in the afternoon, but in March (in a fit of self-improvement), I began taking a second walk every day, this time early in the morning before breakfast. Since it was often still dark when I went out, I didn’t go on the trails. I just walked around the perimeter of the apartment complex where I live because the parking lots are lit and I could see where I was going. It’s a big complex so the walk takes around fifteen or twenty minutes. The grounds are quite beautiful with many trees, flowers and assorted wildlife (rabbits, ducks, seagulls, various songbirds, deer and squirrels).
I had also resolved to write at least one haiku every day, and I soon discovered that the haiku frequently came to me during my walk. I took a photo of whatever had inspired me, and when I got back to my apartment, I texted the photo and the haiku to my sister and a friend. At first, I wasn’t sure how my offerings were being received until one day I was late sending my message. I got a text from my sister saying, “Haiku, photo?” It was encouraging to see that my efforts were appreciated, and I’ve tried not to be late since then.
All of the haiku and photos in this post are from my morning walk during the months of April and May. This walk has become one of the most treasured parts of my day, and it’s a pleasure to share it with you.
from a budding branch
daffodils in the dark—
things that shine
with their own light
deep inside the blossom
all the things
I don’t see
the new leaf turns itself
to the sun
the lime-green lace
of leaf blossom
we bow to each other
the aging tulip
we walk on fallen
all we want—
behind the clouds