I was lying in a field of tall grasses. The sky was filled with puffy ebullient clouds that moved through the air with a relaxed air. I stretched and yawned with relaxation as I let go of all my cares. Little white and purple flowers surrounded my reverie with joy and fragrance asking me to catch their joy. Alas, I wasn’t ready yet to reach that happiness but in these scenes, I could find hope of a new day. Out of the corner of my half-opened eyes, I noticed a glistening blur on a leaning blade. Upon further viewing, I saw that it was a snail without its home. It was making its way down the golden pathway slowly towards the earth. I watched intently becoming very entranced with the snail’s focus and determination. As it descended, the grass moved ever so slightly as if by some unseen breeze blowing only there at that time. My heart found peace there and then.
little white flowers
wave in the gentle breeze
snail keeps its balance
© Carol Campbell
Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille