“Chipper”
Pale morning sunlight
creeps through the blinds, and this one
laughs and crawls on us.
Steve D
Tag: morning
Haiku Sunday – Blurred
“Blurred”
The gray light ripples
at every sound and movement,
line between worlds blurred.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Wonder
“Wonder”
We spent a morning
watching your eyes catch new light.
What do you perceive?
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Lake
“Lake”
Early yellow light
brightens over the ripples,
throwing fleeting calm.
Steve D
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