Haiku My Heart: Reaching

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arms reaching skyward
swaying, arching, tasting joy
wind provides music


Comments

Carmen said…
yes yes to wind and music and reaching and tasting
February 25, 2011 at 11:47 AM
Noelle Clearwater said…
This is very beautiful, this Danse des arbres. I like it! I think that trees have spirits all their own and that is why we often connect with them so readily. Lovely image, Meri and beautiful Haiku.
xoxo,
Noelle
February 25, 2011 at 1:07 PM
Bee said…
What time of the day was this? Was it cold outside?
What an expressive photograph -- and word to go with it.
February 25, 2011 at 1:27 PM
Anonymous said…
Love your style with Haiku ... I found your link through your post on a fellow Haiku-er page!

What a synchronistic gem ... Thanks for sharing ~ becca ~

http://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2011/02/25/through-the-haze/
February 25, 2011 at 3:34 PM
tami said…
arms reaching outward - i always feel the trees are reaching to the heavens . . . love this!

(i got my sheer heaven paper today) Can't wait to try it!
February 25, 2011 at 4:19 PM
phil said…

As a woodwind player, I thank you.

;^)
February 25, 2011 at 6:05 PM
Nanka said…
A flute player just passed by on the street outside and the soothing sounds of music wafted in the room with the breeze.
Good photography!!
February 25, 2011 at 8:53 PM
Grammy said…
I love purple sky's, it is such a peaceful feeling. Both your photo and words were wonderful. : )
February 25, 2011 at 10:25 PM
foxysue said…
This is so beautiful, I can feel the vibrations from trees, wind and words,

Thank you,
Sue x
February 25, 2011 at 11:42 PM
rebecca said…
lovely reminder...to quiet the mind and rediscover music in the details of life living life around us.

the wind here is teaming up the rise lifting everything in its wake like a bright flapping table cloth licking the sky with a vengeance. we seem to be stuck in the percussion section of life this morning. until the snow falls.
burrrrr.....
February 26, 2011 at 4:24 AM
somepinkflowers said…
waves reaching from me
into my florida sky.
palm trees have no arms!
February 26, 2011 at 7:36 AM
margaret said…
Hi Meri~ This photo is magnificent, and your imagery perfectly presents it: the color violet for spirituality, the wind for sensory hearing, the flow of movement--all the deep, symbolic suggestons of our organic selves. Love, Margaret
February 26, 2011 at 3:43 PM
Anonymous said…
awesome imagery,

wind, music, nature, everything is within our reach for pleasure.

smiles.
March 14, 2011 at 12:27 PM
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