Every morning, well before 7 a.m., the mutton head and I go down to the field for her morning exercise. Often, I get to witness the daily struggle as morning wrests control from the night. This morning was again one of those. Now if only I could remember to bring my camera along. Please, see all kinds of beauty at One Deep Breath.
Night fights to survive
against an onslaught of pink.
Morning wins again.
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I know the feeling! I am one of those oddballs who also likes the very short days of early winter, so this poem resonates with me.
God bless.
Great haiku! Very vivid!
For now. Days studded in early evening sunlight are on the horizon....thanks for another wonderful haiku! jodi barone
i'm glad you posted even though it's almost sunday again! this is very whimsical...brought a smile to my face!
I like this! One of my favorite things to do is watch the sun rise. Stunning!
I really liked this, dawn being a fight is an unusual angle to take. Well done :)
Nice perspective you've used there!
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