lily pads cluster
on water sliced by contrails,
new leaves unfurl
Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Even in the quiet places, we humans leave traces on sky and pond. Airplanes pass with a roar, and the contrails last for hours on still days. The trees don’t seem to mind, they just quietly bloom.
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9 thoughts on “Reflections of Contrails”
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Friendly Fairy Tales 
in spite of all the damage we do, the trees continue –
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Have you seen Nausica and the Valley of the Wind? The trees play a big part in that movie. 🙂 Miyazaki must be a kindred spirit.
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No, but it sounds wonderful
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Miyasaki and Studio Ghibli did wonderful things.
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They sure did
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Very nice 🙂 Love that picture!
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Thanks! It was a perfect day.
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Your poem is a sign of our times Brenda…contrails–an abstract time-art-piece, hopefully not making too much damage. Strong messaged haiku, and lovely pic even with the contrails.
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I tried to find the contrails beautiful, because I was unable to escape their presence on my walk. 🙂 I’m glad I succeeded.
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