morning has broken–
and all of its pieces are
ablaze in the sky
–photo by me
haiku 188
Tag: haiku
haiku 187
spring is in the air
the signs are everywhere–
mother nature stirs
–photos by me
haiku 186
the iron ore’s gone
but each night at sunset there’s
gold in them thar hills
–photo by me
haiku 185
a shy sun lingers
under the covers before
rising for the day
–photo by me
haiku 184
jack frost lends mother
nature a fine white coat to
cover her bare limbs
–photo by me
haiku 183
winter’s icy breath
upon restless waters makes
for a frosty shore
–photo by me
haiku 182
in the morning mist,
the old lighthouse is eerie–
and yet comforting
–photo by me
haiku 181
generous trees are
dropping their golden coins to
enrich the soil
–photo by me
haiku 180
autumn’s beauty has
arrived again right on time–
still, i am surprised
–photo by me
haiku 178
northern lights are sheer
colored curtains fluttering
in the solar wind
–photo by me
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