A bee
staggers out
of the peony
17th century Haiku by Matsuo Bashō
Midfield
attached to nothing,
the skylark singing.
17th century Haiku by Matsuo Bashō
They don’t live long
but you’d never know it–
the cicada’s cry.
17th century Haiku by Matsuo Bashō
I believe everything in nature to be Yahweh’s divine poetry in motion.
God did this so that they would seek Him and perhaps reach out for Him and find Him, though He is not far from any one of us. ‘For in Him we live and move and have our being.’ As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are His offspring.’ ~Acts 17:27-29
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That peony is absolutely gorgeous–reminds me almost of a paper flower–starched and crinkly —but like peppermint ice-cream —
Love these! God is an amazing poet indeed 🙂
Hugs and love—Julie
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It was a gorgous thing, wasn’t it?! But then I think all peonies are stunning! Love your description of it too. Hugs and love right back to you, Cookie. N 🙂
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amazing one, so beautiful 🙂
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Thank you, Radha, for your kind words, as always. Hugs, Natalie 🙂
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Oh my goodness so gorgeous!! 🙂 The words and the stunningly beautiful photos!! 🙂 How lovely!! ❤ ❤ Lots of Love to you sweet Natalie! ❤
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Thank you, Trini, as always for your loving and kind words of encouragement. Lots of love and hugs to you too. 🙂
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LOVELY! 🙂
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Thank you, Bette. I’m so glad you enjoyed the post. Hugs, N 🙂
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Thanks for the 17th century haikus. I started to say ‘especially…’ and found I couldn’t pick just one!
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You are very welcome. I’m so glad you enjoyed them. Hugs, N :0 ❤
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