MORNING WALK
A hint of red bleeds through fog shrouded trees.
the drip of moisture
from leaf to leaf-
mist on my glasses
Seeing the lane one tree at a time. The almost silence, just white noise in the distance.
the crack of a branch-
a squirrel down one tree
and up another
Simply Haiku, September 2004
Haibun
Odysse y An elusive floating. I reach out and clasp sunbeams. I move forward, searching for I know not what, yet, understanding...
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