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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Comments

  1. Eliza3 May 2020 at 03:41

    Fantastic photos!
    Looks like we both had fun May Day morning: https://cliddesden.wordpress.com/

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  2. Unknown15 June 2020 at 01:26

    You write these thoughts so beautifully

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  3. Sukanya9 July 2020 at 14:38

    So tender and yet expansive
    Heart was moved to read.
    Thankyou

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