bitter cold dawn
four young deer on the golf course
synchronised leaping
on the clothes line
feathers fluffed up in the wind
a line of sparrows
in the gutter
a bouquet of flowers
still in wrapping paper
letting the cat out
we welcome a visitor -
a little robin
we welcome a visitor -
a little robin
early morning mist
across the loch trees take shape
the promise of sun
across the loch trees take shape
the promise of sun
another birthday
old age crept up on me
when I wasn't looking
at the refuse dump
an escort of seagulls
for the cleansing truck
floating on the pond
the leaf with a passenger
a tiny frog
market day
at sunrise long shadows
fill the empty stalls
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a blank page waiting
for my next masterpiece -
the perfect haiku
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NEXT POST MONDAY
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