Transient the grainy grey of Morning Slips unnoticed into view Shrillness carried on the ribbon of birdsongCuts through the grey bluish hue.Dense the mist in blanket formA shrouded cover to cloak the sodA distant measure all but hiddenEtched fingers of branches held aloft.
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At the stirring of the birds in morning As the world, its breath is held When those murmurings are forming And the monochrome is framed in gold.The cows still sleep- their forms striated Across the fields the colours merge Before these words are scribed,the sky is rendered Draws a curtain up to clarify the view.
Haiku – on air
dotted quaverscarried on aira wake up call