In the dark of pre dawn
Bare feet slide on timber floors
The smell of coffee
Sharp as barbed wire
Carefully they weave their nets
Catching sleepy bugs
(Photo in header)
Red gold peeping Tom
The sun peers over the edge
Soon I’ll be walking
Rain right on the cusp
I gaze out the door into
Change my shoes for boots
Saturday morning haiku
lovely, Kate; very evocative, economically written; great photo —
Thanks John.
I love those “bowl” webs – when they catch the light it’s like a glowing orb. You bring early morning magic to us night owls! 🙂
Thankyou Camilla. Everyone is so different with their circadian rhythms. I breathed my first breaths of this life in the very early morning. I wonder if when we are born, the time. Has anything to do with it.
Curious! I was born at around 1:00 am, I think. The wee hours. That would explain it! 🙂
Lovely
Thankyou 😊