It’s like any other walk through the woods. Light from a westward sun attempts to breach the canopy. It succeeds only in scattering illumination and shadow on the dirt path under our feet. The full fragrance of forest envelops us: Pine, Maple, Chestnut, Oak. Everywhere, the competing songs of robins, sparrows and Jays.
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#Haiku Happenings #7: Sue Vincent’s reblog’s my #haibun Pathway!
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🙂 Happy to be able to do so, Frank 🙂
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