January dawn

Dave Bonta, , ,

a ladder rattling
atop a van

Sometimes I wake up too early, and use the effort of composing a haiku to tire out my brain so I can go back to sleep. This was this morning’s such effort, with a photo shot from the bedroom window.

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Published by Dave Bonta

I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. My books of poetry include FAILED STATE: HAIBUN, ICE MOUNTAIN: AN ELEGY, BREAKDOWN: BANJO POEMS, and ODES TO TOOLS.

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