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wildflowers...
purples whites, reds, all
nameless to me

a grand-baby
cradled in my arms...
soft glow of moonlight

cooing of pigeons...
all of morning
stirs to life
--gillena cox

27 #liberty,26 #love, 25 #life; haiku written for NaHaiWriMo; Michelle Harvey is the prompter for August

Linking Today to Texture Tuesday
AND Ruby Tuesday AND CARPE DIEM AND Wild Berries

Life

...how easily, we pass into today, a season for which, we have hankered so much in all this time past; and yet, it seems as if the gulf of separation was but a mystical one; like those nights or days when we sleep and awake to the reality of green hills sitting sedately under bice skies, where at intervals chicken hawks, in their ever spread wing span choreography, dot the vast blue above, to the refrains of fellow feathered ones, who chant the song of kiskadee; today's reality is life, a gift a precious merit, today

Today's haibun is dedicated to my husband Anthony Cox