Through morning’s bright dew
One gleaming trail meanders
tracing night-time travels
Molly Hogan (c) 2016
To enjoy more poetry, go to The Opposite of Indifference where Tabatha Yeatts is posting this week’s Poetry Friday Roundup.
Through morning’s bright dew
One gleaming trail meanders
tracing night-time travels
Molly Hogan (c) 2016
To enjoy more poetry, go to The Opposite of Indifference where Tabatha Yeatts is posting this week’s Poetry Friday Roundup.
If you would be so kind, we’d like to use this as our 44th anniversary haiku? Hannah and I were married 44 years ago today on our Dad’s Christmas tree farm in Penfield, New York.
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Congratulations to you and Hannah! I’d be honored if you’d use this haiku. Do you have a poem or haiku for every year? I’d love to hear more about your tradition!
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Lovely!
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I love this, and the photo is perfect too! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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I can totally picture this nighttime traveler’s trail!
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Your poem captures the adventure perfectly. =)
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Wonderful poem. Haiku in the Dew sounds like an anthology or chapbook. š
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