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 ...
... 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’