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January Woods


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.

The recording in this post is used here under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike license. This and many more can be found at the excellent resource - Xeno-Canto

Next month - ‘February Summer’

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January 1, 2020 11:58 am

A lovely sound verse! Happy New Year!

Clive Pilcher
January 1, 2020 12:13 pm

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

Cynthia Reyes
January 23, 2020 2:51 am

A poetic moment indeed, Clive. Words and sounds.