Inspirational haiku by O. Mabson Southard (1911-2000)
across the still lake
through up curls of morning mist -
the cry of a loon
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My attempts
from across the lake
a white form breaks through the mist
now a swan appears
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tea party conclave
fog swirls in their hate-filled minds
nattering of loons
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in the morning mist
the mournful low of a moose
honking goose answers
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morning dewdrops form
on the orb weaver's taut web
she waits in silence
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Wow, JzB. Laughing at second one...perfect. Very poignant moose and goose haiku.
ReplyDeleteHa.. the second one made me giggle... certainly there are many kind of fogs. Poor moose...
ReplyDeleteI love the dew on the spiderweb :)
ReplyDeleteI can easily see and hear the nattering of loons, although I wish I couldn't! That image will stick in my mind for a long, long time.
ReplyDeleteFrightened Loon
Your haiku worked so well on the senses there..
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