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silver wisps of mist
gently swirl with dancing cranes –
melt in rising sun
I have been away for a while. But this prompt
In Sweden cranes gather in early spring on their way north. They court and find partners before continuing north.
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April 25, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
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Welcome back Bjorn, especially with such a fine haiku. >KB
Dream-like… so elusively sweet with those silver wisps.
Welcome back then, Bjorn. 😉
serene picture you have painted and welcome back BR.
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What an awesome haiku … that photo makes it so mysterious … dancing cranes … must be a sight!
Wonderful haiku Bjorn. You were missed … good to see you again.
Soft and romantic – influenced by the poetry you are running too! I think…
With the rising sun they are done! Nicely Bjorn!
Hank
I’m thinking that you yourself have witnessed this joyful dance.
Crane in Hiding
Lovely poem, Bjorn, and the perfect photo to accompany it.
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This is a Marvelous Haiku 🙂
~Happy Friday!~
A delicate poem for something that is almost impossible to describe. What beauty!
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You’ve conjured up a beautiful vision with your words.
How beautiful your haiku and to have witnessed such a sight. I’ve only ever seen cranes/egrets solo although possibly three on/around a lake. Cranes are so Zen.
Feeling good when I am reading “Crane”
So smooth and calming, a lovely write!
Lovely, Bjorn and the perfect picture to go with it.
And they mate for life. We had a pair of Great Blue Heron – sadly the mate is no longer, But we still see the one seasonally.
Lovely, Bjorn, and the perfect photo to go with it.
So beautiful, Brud.
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