Winter, Midday, in the Desert

Winter, Midday, in the Desert

When I think of freedom, the image of birds come to mind–that ability to fly, to reach the heights. But even such freedom has its limits. Both wind and the anatomy and physiology of the bird species impose restraints–that is, forces both intrinsic and outside of the bird. True freedom, I believe, lies within the spirit: the ability to chose what we believe and to act according to our personal creed and the wonder of letting love guide us throughout life.

Warm sun unravels
winter chill. Gentle breeze bears
free-floating feathers.

Joining this to Frank Tassone’s Haikai challenge where, thinking of MLK Jr., we are writing of FREEDOM.

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5 thoughts on “Winter, Midday, in the Desert

  1. merrildsmith says:

    I totally agree, Victoria, and the haiku is lovely and perfect.


  2. kanzensakura says:

    I am so glad to see you doing this challenge Victoria! I totally agree with you. The freedom lies in our souls. I love your haiku. The thought of free floating feathers brings to mind all kinds of images. Lovely work my dear friend.

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