For today’s poetic adventure, I write a haiku about the thistle. Over the past couple of months, I’ve grown to love this intrepid weed : from humble beginnings, it carves out great empires for itself.
As the wheel of Nature turns, the bright purple flower-heads transform themselves into ethereal whisper-clouds of seed : I’ll miss the warrior army as it goes off to conquer new lands.
You can read today’s haiku here. On today’s video, I read the haiku out loud and show you the warrior army as it prepares to move camp!
I am just going outside and may be some time.