Haikus on the Bench

Rick and I were halfway through out morning dog walk. We sat on the lone bench overlooking the field where crows and pigeons compete with zoomies before landing to eat whatever they can find.

Looking up thru the sun speckled tree, the sky is a blue that almost belongs on an Impressionist's pallet. Contrails criss-cross the sky, not quite a tic tac toe form.

The morning walk in the tiny village of Vandoeuvres by farms, fields, flowers gentles us into our day.

We made up haikus as we sat there between comfortable moments of silence.

The dog's tongue gives kisses

There's total tranquility

Sitting on the bench.