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deep in snowdrift
i wrap my arms around old pine
winter’ s last dance
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droplets of birch sap
dribbling down the rugged bark
spring reaches forest
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forgotten forest path
hidden in crinkles of chanterelle
a spruce needle
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colourful mud
not a leaf in the forest
spared by autumn frost
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I enjoyed each one of these, Ese. 🙂
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Lovely set 🙂
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Such a beautiful haiku to represent each season.
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A wonderful series Ese, all the seasons caught in wonderful haiku … that photo is awesome … thank you for sharing.
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Thank you very much, Kristjaan – your words are always inspiring and uplifting.
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I hope that i can and may inspire our cdhk family members Ese … it’s a joy to read all the haiku composed in this warm loving haiku family …
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a year in the forest
with such vivid images
what could be better
cheers
JzB
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That pine-needle in the chantarelle.. yes I know how it is to clean those mushrooms.. but such a bliss to eat.
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Reblogged this on The ObamaCrat™.
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