There is nothing so beautiful as a clear blue sky, or one with even a few cirrus clouds, I feel. It is so calm, picture perfect that one can stare at it forever! My mind wavers a lot, I mean, whose doesn’t? I find myself chained by gloom, non-clarity etc so often I don’t know what to do. Except perhaps, to write. The sky is my muse then, to pop back into being me. Into the writer who doesn’t give up on himself, on coming through any adversities..
blue sky – my teacher
of clarity; not to fall
prey to ashen gloom
For the inspiration at Haiku Heights and Haiku My Heart.
Image: Watching the sunset over Beli Iskar Lake, on Rila Mountain in the Balkans; courtesy of Pixdaus.
(March 17th, 2012)