Sunday was a glorious day for a ginko (haiku walk) and the Boondall Wetlands are a truly beautiful place to let yourself sink into a haiku headspace. I will be posting more about the ginko in the next few days, along with poems from the group, but for now, here’s a few poems composed while walking the wetlands.
[photograph by Cindy Keong]
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river mud
I look into
my future
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clouds pass
flashing the salt bush
back to red
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[photograph by Cindy Keong]
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off the track
a new track
of trampled vines
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autumn wind
the kite I cannot see
whistles
