the smedley log - suburban scrawl

natural cool

water over stone,
falling down the mountainside,
cools the scenic path.

I like this one … for me the words create a sense of flowing water.

It made me recall this one-line haiku of Taneda Santoka’s (1882-1940) which I offer in response:

A withered mountain with enough water to drink

Kareyama nomu hodo no mizu wa arite

Thanks so much!

The experience behind it was just so refreshing; I count myself lucky if any of that comes through in the words.