Mackerel clouds at sunset.
Mackerel clouds sail
above the gilded sunset,
trees silhouetted.
Bruce Stambaugh
Feb. 21, 2011
Sunset haiku
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Writer, marketer, columnist, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, son, township trustee, converted Anabaptist, community activist, my life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail, and try again.
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Roadkill Crossing, and other tales from Amish Country · Writing generated from the rural life
Love that ‘Mackerel clouds…’! I often write about the sea and sky at sunset, and have struggled for this kind of perfection. Bravo!
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Alison,
Thank you very much for your words of appreciation. I’ll have to check out your blog, too. Thanks, again. Bruce
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Clouds like mackeral… Hmmmm I see it!
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Glad you saw the connection, Breeze. But actually, that’s what those clouds are really called, mackerel, because they resemble the fish. Bruce
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