on the birches,
as if for them alone —
silver moonlight
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hoot owl screeching
flapping wings
at midnight moon
hoot owl screeching
flapping wings
at midnight moon
hortensia,
another nice one from you.
raised drain
a ccane negotiates its way
between the walls
nestling
among pine boughs
the winter moon
mockingbird, perched in silence –
among the leaves of autumn
black berries
the moon floats
on the river ~
the sound of water ~
winter
the maple full of stars
i’m new to this haiku thing.
very nice.
warm raindrops
borne on the night breeze …
coos of the mourning doves
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