I wasn’t sure if I should post this one, but here’s a haiku on how I came upon the first snow drops last year:
snowdrops in the grass
if not for scooping dog poop
would have gone unseen
(I like the way life can surprise us with beauty even in the most mundane and unpleasant moments — and throw those moments into new light.)
Note: I just realized this haiku sounds very similar to the raven haiku of a few posts ago. So much for originality (I guess it’s a repeating pattern in my life: constantly being surprised by the unexpected within the ordinary and marvelling at how easy it would have been to miss). . . . Did that make any sense?