The calm of the woods
Guards the shrine sanctuary
Where prayers are heard
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Oh my, how lovely. You took me there … Thanks
Lived in Miami most of my life. Contemplating moving to Greensboro, NC to appreciate
“woods” and that whole geographic environment.
Greensboro? When I was a high school student, I joined a pen pal club and soon received a letter from a boy named Donald, who said he was living in Greensboro. I was very excited as it was the first letter I had ever received from abroad. He enclosed a photo in the letter. It was of himself taken in front of a big white car. He said it was his car. Japan was then still struggling to recover from the war devastation and a car was such a luxury that only very privileged people could own. I couldn’t believe a high school student was driving a car as his own in the US. The name Greensboro then firmly burned on my mind.
I like your haikus a lot.
I try to imagine the woods you are imagining in this poem.
Thanks for the beauty you share in the blogosphere.
Lino
I’m really glad if you like my haiku poems. Here a shrine usually surrounds itself with woods for quietness. Nowadays, of course, many of them can’t afford big enough land for it.
Calming & peaceful.