By the Campfire
A haiku
Tapering pines point
as fingers of smoke invoke
half moon’s slow ascent
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[This is adapted from one of the first haiku I ever wrote, while camping with my family when I was 19. Everyone else had gone to bed and I remained out to watch the night. Decades later, I still remember the snapping of the fire and the growing chill as it waned, the mysteries in the shadows all around, the glorious spread of stars overhead ringed by the silhouettes of the trees, the rising of the silver moon with silent majesty -- and the impulse to impress it all into a poem. And now I can share it with you!]
About the Creator
Sonia Heidi Unruh
I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.
Comments (5)
Beautiful! I adore haiku, and this one told an entire story in just a few lines! Brilliant job! I loved hearing the history behind this one as well!
Thank you for sharing this treasured memory. Take my love and subscription! ❤️
Wow Sonia!! Even your back-story is so thoughtfully and eloquently worded. Congratulations on your win!
congrats
Congratulations. Lovely haiku and thanks for sharing the back story