Haiku My Heart: Shadow Lace



Haiku My Heart participants
can be found at Rebecca's place.






spring breezes caress. . .
light plays amongst the prayer flags
 lace shadows dancing


Comments

rebecca said…
lovely....
this outpouring of colour for peace and grace.
i love such mindfulness placed thoughtfully in our day to day comings and goings.

thank you for your beauty and care raining sweetly on all of us.
May 27, 2011 at 11:56 AM
Leslie said…
i can feel that breeze from here...
May 27, 2011 at 12:07 PM
Marit said…
What a gorgeous photo ánd haiku! It speaks to me right away, and yes I can almost feel that breeze coming to me over the ocean...
May 27, 2011 at 12:12 PM
Rosie said…
Lovely sentiments and a photo to match! Love the payer flags and thank you for the welcome!! =)
May 27, 2011 at 12:12 PM
deb did it said…
Meri...this photo is so calming, so peaceful. I love everything about it!
May 27, 2011 at 12:19 PM
Cheryl said…
I love your photo. I've been wanting a prayer flag for a long time. I will have to make one.
May 27, 2011 at 12:21 PM
Kathleen Barnes said…
I love your beautiful prayer flags and yuor haiku. What peaceful beauty.
May 27, 2011 at 2:04 PM
gma said…
dear Mer
Experiencing the beauty and peace in these words and this photograph serves to Haiku my heart. Love the colors.
:-)
May 27, 2011 at 4:52 PM
Sandy K. said…
Beautiful, Meri. You're brought me peace this night. Thank you.
May 27, 2011 at 6:33 PM
Olivia said…
A beautiful photo and haiku of peace, grace, serenity! xoO
May 27, 2011 at 7:57 PM
Dawn Elliott said…
The prayer flags are so peaceful strung up in the forest of spring green. New possibilities beckon...
May 27, 2011 at 8:27 PM
Fran aka Redondowriter said…
Gorgeous, with those green trees as a backdrop. I've got my own prayer flags out of storage and ready to hang in the patio garden tomorrow.
May 27, 2011 at 9:17 PM
foxysue said…
This composition of both words and images speak to me, I love spring breezes, dappled light, dancing shadows, it's transporting me to when I used to live the middle of a wood.

Sue x
May 28, 2011 at 12:42 AM
Spadoman said…
Nice Meri... I love the prayers flags. When I see them in my travels, I know something about the people that hang them. I'll watch for the lacy shadows and think of you next time I spot them.


Peace
May 28, 2011 at 3:18 AM
Magical Mystical Teacher said…
Those new green leaves are the perfect backdrop for the prayer flags..and for your words...
May 28, 2011 at 5:16 AM
Brenda Leyland @ Its A Beautiful Life said…
Love the phrase' lace shadows dancing'.
May 28, 2011 at 12:54 PM
Noelle Clearwater said…
Meri,
This image is so you! So beautiful, filled with living greenery and sunlit shadows and protected by the peaceful, prayerful filigree of Tibetan flags. Beautiful.
xoxo,
Noelle
May 28, 2011 at 3:41 PM
Margaret Pangert said…
Feels like a painting, Meri! The swatches of prayer flags, the light turning the leaves a lime green, the density of the woods... What a wonderful place to sit and meditate, just be. Love this image and your haiku.
May 28, 2011 at 4:43 PM
beth said…
my prayer flags look like this....and the more tattered they get in the weather, the better i like them....
May 29, 2011 at 11:37 AM
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