I don't believe I have ever seen a rowan tree. Or maybe have and just don't know it. My haiku about berries would be something about fearing birds and, thus, carefully picked parking spaces.
Such a lyrical quality ... I found myself singing this Haiku under my breath. We saw a gorgeous Robin at Minsmere ... very friendly in contrast to the shy Bearded tit!
I don't believe I have ever seen a rowan tree. Or maybe have and just don't know it. My haiku about berries would be something about fearing birds and, thus, carefully picked parking spaces.
ReplyDeleteHi Maureen - do you know them as mountain ask trees?
ReplyDeleteI agree about not parking under berry trees, though i don't drive,
Beautiful Haiku -- and I remember last year when I first learned about rowan berries (that they were the same as mountain ash) from your blog!
ReplyDeleteSuch a lyrical quality ... I found myself singing this Haiku under my breath. We saw a gorgeous Robin at Minsmere ... very friendly in contrast to the shy Bearded tit!
ReplyDeletePerfect fall prose
ReplyDeleteLovely thoughts.
ReplyDeleteYes! Mountain Ash! :)
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