Where the haiku are.
i
Morning sunlight bright
along an acacia leaf-
her tears when I left.
ii
Smoke beyond Rivock -
burning off the heather.
March prepares for August.
iii
Splash of crocuses
in the garden of an empty house-
‘Sold’ flaps in the wind.
iv
The view leads on for miles-
the shining river finds a way
down the crowded valley.
v
With whirring wings
the grouse clatters into the air.
My startled heart takes flight.
vi
Shadows of clouds
move slowly over the bottom fields.
A hidden curlew flutes.
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