for Heeding Haiku December Haibun in 75 words.
Early morning I walk barefoot down the still dark beach, the ocean lapping at my feet. I head toward the peer, stopping occasionally to pick up a shell or two. The sun begins rise and I hurry along. I walk under the piling, wading deeper in the water. As I come out from under the peer the dawn greets me.
amber light stretching
over the ocean
Poet, Avid Gardener, Quilt Artist
December 4, 2015 at 12:47 pm
While I do like my four seasons… I wish I had my toes in the sand…
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December 4, 2015 at 3:07 pm
My toes are actually stuck in winter boots and I am watching the chicades’ flury at the feeder. Picture is from September.