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again this year
the wind-sown poppies
flower between stones


The Haiku Calendar 2010 (Snapshot Press, 2009)

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  1. Yeah.. n that's nature..

    Lovely!

    Take care

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  2. Is it surprise? Is it sureness? What I do know is ... the sound of the wind which sows. Nice one!

    Best wishes
    Ralf

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  3. Thank you both! Yes, surprise, delight, gratitude. It's good to spontaneously feel like that now and again. Sometimes I forget to look and notice.

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  4. Beautiful. A great sense of resilience. Hope but never taken for granted. And the first line really emphasises the whole.

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  5. Thanks Jem. It's always a delight to be included in a Snapshot Press publication.

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  6. A beautiully observed moment...

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  7. Thank you for your lovely feedback.

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  8. lovely poem


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  9. Good one! I love the Haiku Calendar!

    all my best,

    Alan
    Literature Director, 2010 Bath Japanese Festival
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  10. Looking forward to more haiku and haibun postings! ;-)

    all my best,

    Alan
    The With Words International Online Haiku Competition 2010: weblink to competition page
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