I've been challenged recently in trying to work out the essence of a good haiku. There are so few syllables to play with that each word is so important. It seems difficult to be able to portray a whole image. But I was inspired by gazing at a blue sky filled with clouds, the kind of sky which I would stare at as a child whilst laying in sweet summer grass and just taking in the vastness of the heavens.
I was reminded of those childhood feelings of being part of nature and of life stretching out slowly in front of me.
Corona clad clouds,
Yearning for lost youth drifting
In herringbone skies..
