Stone pillars stand
As tombstones marking the grave
Of a life well lived.
These nine stone pillars surround the site of Thoreau's log cabin in Concord, Massachusetts. I often revisit Thoreau's writings when I want to escape from the world of "busy-ness." Thoreau tore down his cabin upon leaving the woods. Only the earth remains. He lived as he wrote--with a penchant for simplicity and reverence for creation. It never fails upon leaving my brief retreats to my small Thoreau library that I muse what his thoughts would be on our modern times. Is there any doubt?
It's Haiku My Heart Friday hosted by recuerda mi corazon. If you enjoy reading haiku or would like to share your own, click here! Rebecca's weekly gathering encourages my muse. Thank you, Rebecca! I so enjoying this chance to pen haiku!(Photo from Flickr)