My early morning walk today took me into the small nature reserve behind our house. There’s a large lake in the centre, tightly surrounded by a tangle of beech trees with a path that circles the perimeter. Today’s haiku came to me as I saw that the lake had virtually dried up yet a variety of birds clung to it as if not knowing what to do. But, they understand more than we think, because every year for the past 36 years the lake will be full again. Where do you all think the water goes?

Categories: Haiku

Tags: ducks, grebe, Haiku, heron, impermanence wabi sabi, poem, Poetry