autumn morning -
a whiff of perfume from
last night's dream
morning fog -
a heron fades in
.... fades out
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On my way uphill to the mailbox, in splendid white invisibility ...
This heron, first his voice in the void, then the sound of wings, then a swish of body, sound of wings, voice in the void ..
How many haiku have been written about this cliché ? I wonder ..
And yet, when it happens, it is breathtaking !
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. Heron (aosagi) Egret (shirasagi) .
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morning fogg -
a heron fades in
.... fades out
Ah yes, Gabi...
each moment is special...
this is lovely!
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