This week’s haiku

Quiet start to a still day…

Morning tiptoes in, 
Beyond the woods, cars whisper
their own small sercets.



A clear, cold day, the Béara Peninsula stands out…

Béara, Winter-bared, 
her hills look lean and hungry, 
Their ribs showing.



Full moon, crisp and clear…

The night is floodlit:
deep shadows fill black spaces.
Cold calls for silence.



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