after days of frost
a mild dew hangs on the grass
waves of bird song
***
This poem was inspired by the brief cracks appearing in the winter, and by the struggle to remember the knack of finding haiku. And, to finish, here’s Grant Hart –
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The battle is real … I’ve been struggling too. 😛
But this flows like it was effortless 🙂
Can almost smell the earth!
2/3 were effortless, then it took half a week to fin the last 1/3 😛
You wouldn’t think 17 syllables needed constant practice..
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