Written in the Lathkill Valley in Derbyshire, England, whilst on a fishing excursion.
On the first day, as fishing was over and the afternoon wound down, I sat in the garden of our stone cottage with a glass of scotch in my hand, listening to the sounds of the place and thinking how the pace of life is so greatly different for each of the things we see around us.
These haiku began to arrive when the glass was about half finished.
Afternoon at Rock Cottage
Midsummer’s green light
Rabbits, pheasants, old stone wall
Pink roses climbing.
Along the Lathkill
Roses, campion, foxglove
Your sacred color.
Mayflies hatch and die
New brown ducklings, chuckling coots
Patient old stone wall.
Evening at Rock Cottage
Green trees gone to black
Blue-black light inside the dark
Half moon setting west.
By the time the glass was empty, the rhythm of my life felt a little more in sync with the things around me.
Good scotch will do that.