6 One Line Haiku

nothing but the way the light drifts down the river rippling fish

flying above the reflection of a seagull – a seagull

dead-heading daffodils the look in the eye of the frog

silhouettes of trees before moonrise the hoot of an owl

mist rising through the hawthorn berries bullfinch song

cold April wind a daffodil curls back into itself

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