Altered landscape . . .

This is a haiku journal, not a political journal.  But, as in life, fiction (or, in this case, poetry) often collides with reality.  When I posted my last entry on “epiphany,” I had no way of foreseeing the tragic events that would occur when an Arizona gunman let loose his venom at a political rally held, of all places, in a supermarket parking lot.  I thought about those events today as I traveled to my own supermarket.  The snow had just started falling.  Unlike other parts of the country, this was the first snow of our winter season.  And, like most first snows, it carried with it mythic connotations–of cleansing and hope, as well as a certain amount of caution, if not fear.  I pray for the first set of responses for all of us as we tentatively make our way down the path to a new year–one where tolerance trumps hatred, where hope replaces fear. 

             the world inside out . . .               first snow . . .
                       first snow                            turning the world
                                                                              inside out 



About Margaret Dornaus

I’m a writer and a teacher, as well as a haiku-doodler. I live in a beautiful woodland setting, surrounded by native oak forests, that inspires me to record haiku snapshots of luna moths and our resident roadrunner, and even an occasional black bear as it hightails it across the top of my road, my mongrel dog barking at its heels as I watch with wonder. My work as a travel writer has appeared in publications from The Dallas Morning News to the Robb Report. You can find examples of my travel writing–as well as excerpts from a travel memoir I’m working on–at my other WordPress site, Travelin’ On. What more than that do you need to know? Only that I started this blog with an eye toward collaboration. Got a haiku? Send it my way. . . . I’m all about new visions & voices. Best, Margaret
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4 Responses to Altered landscape . . .

  1. Van Brock says:

    I like your post. In answer

    Snow, though all over,
    cannot cover the deserts
    stretching inside us.

  2. alee9 says:

    Margaret, I love how your feelings translate into haiku doodling, into wonderful haiku that touch the sleeping heart and so to be with you, braiding my hand, this…

    first snow–
    the fox stealths into night
    into my heart

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