Sunrise Haiku

February 26, 2019 ~ sojourningsmith

Since the spruce plantation across the lane from us has been part felled (but not clear cut, we saw to it they knew it was red squirrel habitat), we have a clear view of the sun rising over the Playbank. Today, I am out teaching in the morning, so poetry practice is pre-dawn, writing in the dark with my illuminato pen with the curtains wide to see dawn arrive. Haiku felt appropriate somehow. Three emerged by sun up.

A plump peace slice
Moon drips its juice
Over the hump of hill

How ink black the sky
How white the blank page
How still before the bird's sing

A suspicion of light
Stains the horizon
Wisdom arrives this way

Featured photo is of the Playbank, Co. Cavan.

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