We went back to Innisfree today. One hundred fifty acres surrounding a lake, sectioned into "cup gardens". We begin on the path which circles the lake, but frequently meander up soft grassy slopes or stone steps, pausing at each vignette. We step over trickling water or cross on a narrow wooden bridge, get sprayed by mist from a water spout, listen to the gurgle as water splays down rocks and into a basin.
Butterflies, bumblebees, dragon flies, humming birds seek out the nectar on Joe Pye weed, black eyed Susans, goldenrod, and other flowers secreted in between rocks. Tall grasses bend, swishing lightly, along the lake. Rock plinths and mounds create shadows and shape my imagination. Lotus and water lilies color one end of the lake.
small ripplesfrom a dragonfly
a pause to rest
air bubblesbreaking through the lake's surface
all that lies hidden
A heron poised on a lily pad maintains its position long after I take its picture. Ferns fill the bogs. We cross a bridge spanning a channel in the lake and continue on the path, now bulging with tree roots.
uphill walkthe rough path eases
into the promised view
sultry heatcooling reflections
in the lake
World Haiku Review, June 2015