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January Woods

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A Calendar of Haiku - January

As the January sun rises over the wooded ramparts of the ancient hill fort I flush a couple of Woodcock from the frost free shadow of a fallen crab ... a Tawny Owl calls from deeper in the woods ...

 skies lighten ... 
woodcock probe
the shadows

... an owl hoots

Whisper the lines; linger in the poetic moment. And listen to the last calls of a Tawny Owl, as night becomes day.

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Next month - ‘February Summer’

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January, January Woods

A lovely sound verse! Happy New Year!

January, January Woods

Lovely words! Happy New Year, from one Clive to another!

January, January Woods

A poetic moment indeed, Clive. Words and sounds.