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
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Featured photo is of the Playbank, Co. Cavan.
Sojourning Smith 
Beautiful!!
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