5-7-5
September 17, 2020
Three Haiku
Fifty-four degrees.
Cool, light breeze and clear blue skies.-
But no watercraft.
I hear the trilling.
One crane wants to rouse other.
Dances, jumps and preens.
Bumblebees under –
Snakeroot and Goldenrod blooms.
I'm told they're sleeping.
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