Four Haikus

the morning is cut
from tissue, dipped first in mist
then laid down in strips

fishing boat moon hauls
in the catch, silver bellies
last remnants of day

the dawn wasn't sure
it was beautiful; the world
held up a mirror

the spider makes a
harp of the morning and plays
a song of sunlight

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  1. Fantastic photos!
    Looks like we both had fun May Day morning:


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