Haiga, tanka, and micropoetry by gennepher

Tanka with a haibun 

Clear blue skies. The sun is beating down. I sit on my African swing, swinging to and fro. Nature is going about its business in my garden. My head is empty of thought which is unusual. It is usually busy working out this and that, designing something, creating, making up little movies, yet for some reason, today is different as I gently swing under these cloudless blue skies. 

swinging 

to and fro all day

thinking of nothing

I watch

the frogs go by

or I could have written...

swinging

to and fro all day

thinking of nothing

I watch blackbirds

bringing in worms

But it was the unexpectedness of the frogs suddenly leaping out of the bluebells in front of me and leaping into the pond that broke me out of the no mind and I became curious and took some photos before I went back to the swing, just swinging...