Gabon
Rusty mists – like smoke /
when liquid fire courts the Earth – /
disguise a secret. //
Gambia
Dirges of stone, fixed /
in time, accept mortals’ gifts /
in the dusty wilds. //
Gabon
Rusty mists – like smoke /
when liquid fire courts the Earth – /
disguise a secret. //
Gambia
Dirges of stone, fixed /
in time, accept mortals’ gifts /
in the dusty wilds. //
Wow, love the images you’ve chosen, and, as ever, of course, the words you’ve chosen to express them.
Thanks! It’s weird – selecting the images is as difficult as writing the haiku. I had all of my pictures picked out ahead of time … and have changed my mind about half of them! Oh well …..
Thanks, Helen.
I seem to have lost A-F. I tried clicking on the recent posts below but nothing happened.
As to G, powerful pictures with Powerful Haiku’s to match.
Hmmm…. not sure what is going on! Try this link: http://jrosenberry1.wordpress.com/tag/nations-a-to-z/
Thanks for the encouragment —-
Thanks, will give it a try.