white moth flutters white moth flutters a fleeting visitor ephemeral to this meadow as am I white moths flit in a splash of sunlight--- who else has passed this way?
Inspired by a moment of perception and thought, I wrote the first haiku. Then I wrote two more looking for other words to bring readers closer to where I was. I was thinking of Chèvrefeuille’s invitation to write and then consider possible meanings a reader might take away. This process might have resulted in my choosing one favourite wording, but in this case I liked something about each haiku. This is my second response to Carpe Diem Writing and Enjoying Haiku #4. (Best way to read this post on a phone is to turn the phone sideways.)