
This prompt brought me to a monastery in the Eastern Townships, about an hour’s drive from Montreal near Magog at Saint Benoit du lac where monks do not only pray but they are known for their cheese.
au petit matin
et le vent montagneux
soufflant des cantiques
jumelant avec les moines
un pinson gazouille en harmonie
early morn
and mountain wind
blowing hymns
accompanying the monks
a finch tweets in harmony
© Tournesol ’14
nice!
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Thank you!
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Nothing holier than hymns accompanied by birdsong!
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and good cheese!:)
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This is you on a roll, at your best. Very interesting, beautiful imagery and tenpting tanka!
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Haha, yes, I was on a roll actually all day and all night as you have seen on my other blog…perhaps my research in writing my haibun on Kerouac stimulated my muse.
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This little poem just made my day brighter.
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