By Aspen Woods at First Light

Daybreak. Graceful doe and buck emerge dark-eyed, silent, from the tree line. The doe follows the buck’s lead, crossing a four lane highway to safe ground. The crows return, caw-caw-cawing. A lone runner pauses, stretches, runs on.

Wide eyed moon fading
speckled woodland poplars mute,
I too feel wordless

©2021 S. Michaels
As The Crow Flys – Haibun


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