a thousand crickets
singing down the night
a song of summer coming
warm wind on its way
but for this April dusk
wrapped in blankets
huddled round the fire
dreaming of an August moon
rising through the tree line
shimmering on the bay
A vista to lay my open. In celebration of blessings from sacred spaces to unknown destinations...
..... Just ....... Haiku .....
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