frost on the furrows
up to the vanishing point—
sunrise
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Bouwe Brouwer
Bouwe Brouwer (08-03-1977) is a primary school teacher who lives
in Sneek, The Netherlands. He's interested in haiku, haibun, short stories and photography. Website: www.bouwebrouwer.com / www.instagram.com/bouwebrouwer
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….oh, this is perfection….many, many thanks for this image….
Frost on my pumpkins. Feels good! I tried to water my gderan mums. Just a trickle came out. I thought there was a kink in the hose. But no. It was cold enough for ice to block my gderan house!
….oh, this is perfection….many, many thanks for this image….
morning frost
the eventual melt
into nothingness
Thank you Marie and Mary!
Bouwe
like your representation of distance and space :)
Frost on my pumpkins. Feels good! I tried to water my gderan mums. Just a trickle came out. I thought there was a kink in the hose. But no. It was cold enough for ice to block my gderan house!