A Haiku Triad: a New Love Song, Within a New Morn'
A half- moon is punched
into the sky washed with sea
tints this August morn'.
The wings of a young
snow- white egret are spread,
as he hovers, and dips
into the water-
fall. The deep robicund land
surrounds the river.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2021
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