of drooping dandelions
seeing nothing ’til
a swallowtail flitted by
with a spray of pixie dust.
I have no travel photo to share, but I have photos from my (figurative) journeys from day to day. Often, I complain about its ordinariness then get struck how the beautiful the mundane can be. Today, I was crossing the field chasing after my children who went off to see the skeleton of a deer. I’ve crossed the field so many times, I almost do not see it until I noticed the butterfly.
I chose a tanka to accompany this photo because it goes well with my current (literary) mood and situation. These days, I have difficulty stringing words and ideas together. The simplicity and succinctness of the form makes it very appealing. I like the fact that in a few syllables, I could express myself poetically. 🙂