In the vast forest
You can clearly hear your thoughts
Rustling the leaves
It is that time of the week for RonovanWrites Haiku promts and this week the words are “Vast” and “Clear”
We recently went to a forest near to Perth and wandered about. It was morning and surprisingly cool, the dappled light sifted through the trees and the uniform dark trunks, blackened by fires of the past stood starkly up from the carpet of gum leaves. We were the only ones there and the sense of calm stillness was quite beautiful.