The song thrush
shouts his delight
at the lengthening days.
Tag: haiku
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The absence of fairy lights
reveals the gloom of January.
Let’s make our own light.
Mountaintops glow orange.
Dawn reflecting
on November snow.
Evening practice.
Ten mindful breaths
beneath the stars.
I am breathing in the cold night air
as goose calls drift up from the estuary.
We share the same moonlight.
Treasure
set free
from the pages of an old notebook.
Egrets
Unexpected flashes of white
Egrets flapping homewards
across clouds full of rain
Tai chi in the garden
Finding peace
in the space between
thoughts
Life in the Fresh Air 