Creative Writing and unfinished business…
September 17, 2015 § 7 Comments
icy puddle –
remembering squirming tadpoles
in her fishing net
Image courtesy Summitpost.org
Tagged: autumn, creative writing, haiku, memory, poetry, summer, tadpoles
I can almost see you as a little girl reflecting on childhood days. Very emotive, Rachael!
Astute and sensitive as ever, Chris. And then of course, there were the froglets… 🙂
I’m partial to this one. 🙂 It also looks like a window to space in the photo. I see stars. Against your nature haiku the microcosm macrocosm is brilliant. Kind of immortal feeling… in the hibernation.
Thank you. Autumn is a fine medium for haiku 🙂
Lovely. Playful and wistful at the same time, for me anyway. Love how the ripples of the icy puddle mirror the echoes of memory…and the contrast of the stillness of ice with the movement of the recollected squirming. Thank you, as always, for the beauty, my friend. xxo
And thank you my friend for being, as ever, such a sensitive and astute reader. Keep safe.xxx
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of new comments via email.
Notify me of new posts via email.
« Thursday Re-View — Echoes of Memory
to come… »
You are currently reading suddenly autumn at Changing Skin and other stories.
Blog at WordPress.com.