Carpe Diem kigo today is Aota (Green paddy). I was out bicycling yesterday, and high above the green fields the lark was singing. A quit time for the farmers while waiting for the seed to grow.
lark singing
high above his green fields
not yet harvest
Fields at Saint Clouds by Alfred Sisley
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June 23, 2013
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aloha Brudberg. i like that image of lark song high above the green fields. that’s a beauty. i like the way you arrived at this haiku as well. it is all around us, yes. way cool. and fun. aloha
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As Dickens may have said ” what larks Pip.” Great Bjorn 🙂
His time will come ….
Your lovely haiku reminded me of ‘Lark Ascending’ by Ralph Vaughan Williams. Adore that painting too:)
so he thinks they are HIS fields….cheeky
😉
Wonderfully composed haiku Bjorn, I love the imagery you paint in this one with your words. Ah … the lark … how immodest of him to think its his field. 🙂
wonderful