This week’s haiku

Suddenly, mornings are a little different…

Through Winter curtains,
with birdsong and dappling light,
Spring comes creeping in.



And after (the storm)…

A bristling, grey beast,
Sea languidly swipes at Land,
Urged on by the wind.



Calm before a storm…

The darkness becalmed,
full moon snagged in a bare ash.
Pale owl shakes it free.



A new day, a new year, a new decade, life goes on…

Very early bird,
a thrush sings in the New Year.
Daffodils budding.


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