In “Walking,” Thoreau writes that his health depends on spending at least four hours a day “sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements.”
The saunterer goes wherever her feet take her, and near sundown mine take me to an open place I call the Meadow, where in late summer yellow wildflowers spread like butter among the thin grasses. Now, however, only bedraggled heads of spent sunflowers remain, glowing orange with the last lights of day.
I move toward the dry sunflowers, but seeing a spot of purple or pink at my feet, I kneel for a closer look. It is the first tiny spring wildflower, whose name I do not know. I snap off a dozen shots, just as the sun slips below the horizon. My sauntering has brought me to holy ground.
flaunting herself in pastels
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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Posted on April 1, 2012, in Arizona, haibun, haiku, Haiku Heights, I Heart Macro, Macro Flowers Saturday, Macro Monday, Northern California, Shadow Shot Sunday 2, The April Heights 2012, wildflowers. Bookmark the permalink. 29 Comments.