Carpe Diem #878 the journey continues: an eyebrow brush; such stillness
This spring when we had climbed to the top of Chimney Rock there was no view. You could barely see the edge of the mountain where it was engulfed in thick clouds. It was as if everything had been swallowed up, even the sounds and if you got to close you would just disappear.
mountain summit
clouds engulf the view
silence hanges
~~~
a wren’s voice
parting the clouds
atop the mountain
Adas Poetry Alcove 
December 15, 2015 at 11:01 am
Wow Dolores what a great place this must be .. your photo, haibun and haiku are splendid.
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December 15, 2015 at 5:59 pm
Thanks – we had a great time last march taking pictures and hiking. Even my 3 year old granddaughter had a camera and took pictures of all the pebbles and acorns.
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